I am very sad because my face is so flaky, my hands look like dragons, and I have itchy itchy patches all over me. Nothing is getting better, even though I know eventually someday it will. I have to go to a relative's baby shower next week and I do not want to, because I'm sure everyone will want to know why it looks like I rubbed my face with sandpaper. Maybe I'll post a little note on Facebook. "If you see me and I'm ugly, it's not my fault!"
Boyfriend has been extremely good to me through this and acts like he doesn't notice at all. Which is kind and I appreciate it. And he also hasn't gotten upset when I don't want to do things because I'm too itchy/tired/ugly.
I'm going to the gym tomorrow for a workout class. I don't want to but at least if I'm doing something, I'll feel like I'm doing something to make this go faster even though I don't think it has anything to do with it.
I can't believe it's been only two and a half months. It feels like foreverrrrrrrrrr.
Hiya, just started following your blog. I know you're still struggling so many months in, but if it means anything, your aptness towards humour really keeps me going. It's so fucking difficult to have a laugh these days. I'm only a month and a half in and it already feels like forever. But you've come this far! It counts for something. Believe it. Leizel xo
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