My chronic hives are often triggered by weather and temperature, which is really inconvenient when it’s gorgeous outside. I didn’t realize I was in the sun long enough to trigger a flare-up, but here they are - itchy painful and making me feel weird about myself. So I combat the weirdness with a smile.
This will be a thing that I read when I have my off-days, because my love affair with my marks is eternal, but sometimes my brain forgets that.
I am chapped skin, gaping pores,
Angry spots and red welts.
I am a child of anxiety subjected
To states of over-everything.
I am stubborn coarse hairs
In “unladylike” places,
Self-inflicted scars from
Conditions so imposed
To wax and wane
Beyond my control.
I am good enough.
“Beauty” is elusive,
And I am happy to own “ugly”
When my lips form the words
This is what happens when the antibiotics stop working and your eczema gets infected.
I look like i have chicken pox.
The doctor was very unclear as to what is wrong exactly. He just said it was an infection and gave me more antibiotics (so now i’m on two different ones), more emollient, some painkillers and a different (much much better) antihistamine.
it still just keeps getting worse though. The pain in unbearable. I had very little sleep last night and the sleep i did have was only because i sedated myself with co-codomal and marijuana.
If it’s worse tomorrow i don’t know what the fuck i’m going to do.
I was just skimming some tags and came across your post. I just wanted to say that I hope you feel better soon. And that you are beautiful.
I know this isn’t very pretty, but I am not embarrassed. There were nights in the past when my seb derm and hives would flare up like this and I’d let it keep me from doing things, but fuck that. I’m going out tonight. I may be a flaky hive-monster, but I love my friends, and I deserve to have fun.