Itchy and Scratchy

Having got to the stage of being swathed in bandages, so much has the this weather provoked my eczema, I have to say that I wish the sun would go in once in a while. It was cool for a couple of hours this morning (still T-Shirt weather), and for the first time in six weeks, I didn't itch. Had to give up on the fan because my neck was so dry, despite getting up every couple of hours in the night to apply goop (prescription moisturiser, resembles something from Dulux) that my head wouldn't turn any more. What I'm wondering is, if we've had this weather for the past six weeks, who on earth's got ours? And am I surprised that they're not giving it back? 'Ooh, I wonder whether we should get the itchy humid air-soup back, or shall we stick with this cool, breezy bliss?'

All this points me towards the inescapable fact that I cannot avoid appointments with the Behaviour Modification Clinic any more. When I come back from Germany, therefore, I will add a clicker (such as one might use to train a cat to do tricks) to my happy assortment of handbag bumph (inhalers, ointments, tissues for weeping eyes and purse for if I manage to stay out long enough to want to buy anything). Mostly I stay at home. I can't even afford to sweat because it makes my skin burn and some days my eczema is so bad that I can barely move. This is not fun, and if there is something I can do about it, even if it does sound as though I will be in therapy and potentially treated as though itching is psychosomatic (and it isn't, that is a known quantity, before you wonder), then so be it. I am ripe for change.