It started innocently enough. A casual scratch here, a little scratch there. Nothing alarming, right? But then, it became a constant. An itch I couldn’t ignore. A maddening, relentless scratching. Behind my ears, at the nape of my neck, on the crown of my head. I even found myself scratching in front of the dairy section at the supermarket while contemplating which yogurt to buy. A true sign of desperation.
Turns out, I had reason to scratch—I had lice.