It's spreading down my back which is extremely uncomfortable and my wrists are worse than ever. My face is just at a steady fucked up flare that itches and tightens and sheds and oozes over and over and over again.
Things are NOT easy. They haven't improved. My skin is actually really sensitive this morning to everything, the slightest touch hurts. It feels like it as burned and putting on clothes was a bitch this morning.
This Thursday will mark five months and from information on other blogger's pages, I understand that month four and five were the hardest. Or at least that people don't truly start to see noticeable improvement until month six. Month six will be January 11th.
I could barely do my meditation last night because the itch was so intense. To be quite honest, I barely did it. I was distracted and frustrated the entire portion of the meditation. But I am proud of myself that I at least attempted it despite how horrible I felt.
I have this bad habit every morning of carefully unwrapping my bandages and then... scratching my skin to pieces!!!! Why? Why can't I muster the self control to love my skin? I seriously think in my head each time I'm scratching...."Fuck you skin. You piss me off."
Isn't that just mad?
I'm looking forward to traveling to Santa Fe this weekend. Going to eat healthy, do tons of yoga, be happy to see my cousin Gurumittar and hopefully get some acupuncture from her too! :)