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Show 289 Listening to the rhythms ofthe unit with my eyes closed, I am becoming aware of my constant mbbing ofthe undersides of my arms, of my stomach, of my face. The mbbing does not suffice and I am actively scratching now, trying not to injure the skin all the same. The light is dim, but as I lift the sheets to look at my stomach and compare it with the undersides of my arms, I am shocked to see the bright red rash. The nurse comes when I call her and leaves hurriedly. Dr. Emerson is coming in the door now and shakes his head when he sees the itchy rash. "Red-man syndrome," he is saying. It seems I cannot get away from being labeled the wrong gender. "We'll have to change the antibiotic." "I certainly do have lots of allergies to medications," I am noting. "I never used to, not before this disease," I state. "I don't know what to make of that either," he is replying, shaking his head, giving new orders to the nurse. |