So for everyone who woke up this morning thinking “oh my god, I wonder how things are with Inga’s undisclosed allergy?!”, this is for you.
The Itchies are still spattered along my extremities, but they’ve faded and are rather pleasant to scratch now – as opposed to the throbbing fluorescent wheals that had me tearing out chunks of my own flesh a few weeks ago. I’ve found it’s especially aggravated by red wine, exercise and tomato based meals such as pizza and minestrone. Unfortunately for my lovely complexion, I’m not about to give any of those things up. It’s time my immune system learns its place. I’m nothing if not idiotic and stubborn. And itchy. Because I’m drinking a glass of Wolf Blass cab merlot as we speak.
In other news, I’ve fallen in love twice this week:
I had no idea who either of these birds were a week ago – which is terribly unfortunate because I’ve since found out Ms Michaelson was performing in Melbourne a week and a half ago. (I accidentally stumbled on her on You Tube while I was looking up Ingrid Bergman clips.)