Again. Just 6 years since the last outbreak. Mother fucking bloody hell. 

As soon as this clears up I'm getting the vaccine. It's supposed to be a once in a lifetime thing, this is - well, too much, must be the Native American blood that's making me sensitive to the pox, after the dentist, probably stressed, undoubtedly, a tingling in the extremities, I recognize this, ignore it, hope it will go away, but nope, nope, nope. 

The pustules, leaking burning lymphatic fluid, acid, that lift the skin, blisters, on your eyes, around your face, fill your ears, groin, thighs, from the tips of your fingers to your wrist, wake in the middle of the night almost howling from the pain, it's as if someone sanded your skin down to the very nerves then threw some gas on you and set you alight, then begins the drying of the dead skin, the cracks, lesions, sores begin to heal - heal it's own form of torture, how many layers of skin have to be shed? 5 at least, feeling your finger tips, you can feel them, but not them, as if they were hidden somewhere inside a dead flesh glove, knuckles crack, around my mouth, eyes, I grow in my beard to conceal it, this is fucking murder.

When all of it is passed, and it is passing now, I'm getting the vaccine, fool me twice...