FYI, this is an actual thing that is possible:
“One morning, after she was awakened by her bedside alarm, she sat up and, she recalled, ‘this fluid came down my face, this greenish liquid’… She had scratched through her skull during the night—and all the way into her brain.”
I just thought you’d want to know. Explore the horror: “The Itch,” by Dr. Atul Gawande, in the New Yorker.
King of States! 
Cool, thanks for keeping it real.
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Feel free to send in donations for my selfless acts of public service.
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Should I make the check out to “NIGHTMARE CREATOR?”
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Ah, you’ve donated before.
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I’m pretty sure I won’t forgive you for this. Or, at least, will now associate any green goo I come in contact with either physically, psychically, metaphorically, or literarily…with you.
You.
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At least I’ve become memorable.
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Not what I wanted to read right before bed. Thanks Michelle 😛
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Lol thanks I read that first thing this morning!
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I’m all itchy now but that was a super interesting read. Thanks, I think.
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I’m a chronic head scratcher. Now I’ll have nightmares. Thanks.
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This was all a ruse to up the kickbacks I get from Big Cotton Glove.
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I. can’t. even…
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Holy crap! I now know such a thing can happen, and my itchiness has run in cycles from horrible, scratching making it better momentarily & then much worse, to mild itching I can ignore. I hope she finds/found a solution. That mirror imaging work is quite interesting and really helped me get my left arm working again after neck surgery left me without nerve conduction for almost a year. The mind is an incredible machine, that turns on us as often as it helps us!
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