Signs of the/my times

After my recent bout with the flu, here comes the itching in my hands. The unbearable urge to scratch is once more a constant companion, with the actual scratching coming in at a close second. I uncurl my palms and see the beginnings of countless rashes, small and red and annoyingly there. My lips are starting to chap. Rashes flower on me at the merest of scratches. Whenever the temperature goes down to a particular level, and the wind blows this way, like this, I turn into a walking rash. I'm thinking it'll be a while before the scratching ends. March should be a good month (I hope).