As soon as I started eating again, the eczema reappeared. During those days without food the eczema virtually cleared up. I was violently sick after eating it, and could not eat for four or five days. One day we had a Chinese take-away for dinner. I remember plunging into a bath of cold water - not once but many times - in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter. I remember lying awake all night, many nights, scratching and crying. I remember writhing around on the floor, trying to scratch my back on the carpet, while I scratched my legs at the same time. Nothing in the worst nightmares of horror stories can describe the itching. My skin was sloughing off all over, water poured out of my body, my legs were swollen up to look like elephant legs. Within about six months these two little patches had spread to cover my entire body, from my forehead to my feet. They were so small - nothing could have told me of the horror that was to come. I was fifty seven when it started, just two little itchy patches on my legs. Asthma has always been part of my life, but never eczema.
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