Flare up

Ach. What a time I'm having. I'm worn out, my skin's on fire, blotchy and itching like a furious wasp rasping endlessly against a dirty window.
So a rest day. Trying to apply some soothing balms that will keep my torturer fingernails from shredding me to a whimper.

Today's blip is me supplicant before the angry God of Eczema on the sofa. I know it is a fine blue sky day outside but I've tinkered with the exposure to refract the colours through how I'm feeling.