I can’t stop scratching.
It’s my shoulders and my neck and my back down to about the level of my liver.
Forget low necklines. My neck is not fit to be seen on a dark night with the lights off.
Is it Candida? Candida can give you jock itch and that’s exciting.
This is not a yucky itch. It’s an itch of destinations…scabs, bumps and pimples that just suddenly pop up and scream for attention.
I give them attention!
My tee shirts are all bloodstained where I gave them attention.
Oxy Clean powder in the soak cycle rescues them from stains.
I get lots of exercise contorting myself to scratch my back in places that are almost unreachable.
Every night the darned itch comes back and I slather myself in Weleda sea buckthorn oil hand lotion. Then I go to bed smelling like an orange peel. Or, if the itch gets really attention grabbing, I’ll puncture a sea buckthorn capsule and rub the orange colored oil on myself.
It slows the itch down, but it puts a nasty orange glow on my night gown. Jalapeno coloured sheets are a good camouflage for that treatment.
My naturopath told me that in Oriental health my itchy area corresponds with the liver’s sphere of influence. So maybe I’ll let Candida off the hook on this annoyance.
So my kidneys are not eliminating toxins since I have Ascites (edema), so now it’s my skin that is attempting to eliminate the toxins, apparently.
I think it’s time for another ionic footbath to pull some of those toxins out without needing to scratch up a bloody mess.
About Me
- Liz
- Profile Worked in Education from ’55 until ’89.. Taught Nutrition and other aspects of Home Ec/Family Studies Worked in Arts, Renovation and Home Decoration I was a skinny little kid whose mother tried to fatten her up. Mother succeeded beyond my wildest nightmares. It was, “Clean up your plate!” “You need something to fall back on,” To her credit, she did recognize gross obesity when she saw it. When I was twelve I bought my first book…a book on diet. The quest to find that skinny little kid again was on. I yo-yoed for forty years but my big stomach was always the part that annoyed me. Cirrhosis announced itself in ’07 and I went from 175 to 132 on diuretic pills to relieve the Ascites complication. I lost 23 pounds of fluid. I looked anorexic. Today, at 145 pounds, I still look malnourished, and I am. I’ve come to realize that nutritional facts have attention getting ways of manifesting in one’s life. And these ways are never fun. There is no way to be fat just on the outside. I’m eating and exercising the best I can for my liver right now. I know it’s kind of late, but better late than never.
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