“Miss, are you you sick?” “Yes, I am.” “I can tell because your neck is red.” I didn’t have the energy or, quite frankly, composure to tell an 11-year-old student that my obnoxious cold has nothing to do with why I’m a red, blotchy disaster. At 44 months T.S.W. and succumbing to the plague that… Continue reading The Threadless Labyrinth
I’ve been on medication for 3 days now. Seeing mild improvement. It’s there, but it’s so hard to see how slowly this process is actually going to take. I’ve had problems with my skin for over two decades. These past three years have been the worst with my adult dermatitis. However, I am doing lots… Continue reading Cooties?