I've slept like absolute shite because of many cysts trying to come out, there was one in particular on the left side of my back that was so itchy I slept looking at the ceiling, using the pressure of the bed to make it less itchy. I ended up at 7:30am asking Miguel to squeeze it, then Mupirocine spread on it, he ended up taking that one out and several other black heads before they morph into a cyst too. A loratadine pill killed the itchiness finally, yet my mood is destroyed.

Miguel doesn't get when I'm overwhelmed and exhausted I sound direct because I have no energy left for masking.

I can't wait for him to go and...