I haven’t got much to say today. Apart from during a walk over the fields this evening. I was unfortunate to get bitten by a horse fly on my neck.
This of course stung, then smarted and it then grew, getting more and more itchy on my neck. By the time I got home I just wanted to scratch so bad to give temporary relief.
This got me thinking. The horse fly bite is rather like giving up alcohol. The first day it hurts, my god it hurts. Then smarts as you remember arguments, embarrassment, loss of self respect. As you with draw your skin crawls (or that’s what it felt like for me) and then there was the practice of not giving in and scratching that itch with a drink.
So tonight I have covered the area in tiger balm as a golf ball sized bite forms on my neck, happy and sober, determined not to scratch the itch.