I apologize for my infrequent posting as of late. Work has been such a bear. I have a new boss. Out of nowhere, the CEO of the company comes into town to visit our office and announces that my boss quit. Whaaaat? And then we all got introduced to the "new guy". He seems nice enough. But he wasn't the one who hired me. He wasn't the one that's been impressed with what I've done for the agency in such a short time. He wasn't the one that knows there's been a history of turnover in this position and that it's quite frankly a miracle I'm still here. So...I guess I feel a bit like I'm starting all over too...proving myself. It's been stressful.
The last few years have been marked by a few "seasons" of great stress in the workplace. And with it, a new oddity, nuisance...eczema. I've never had it before. And, contrary to popular belief, it's not just due to dry skin. Adult onset eczema is stress related and it can be really painful. In my case, I've gotten it 1-2 times per year the last few years and it sucks. You scratch until your skin turns into a rashy mess...its the scratching that actually creates the rash. I scratch until I bruise and sometimes bleed. Gross, I know. So, I've been wearing socks on my hands to bed and I cut my nails down to the nub. But, this time, instead of being in the usual "sockets" of places on my body, I have eczema on my boobs.
My boobs itch like a mutha-f'er and the worst part about it? It's not like you can just scratch 'em. Ya know? In public? Can you imagine? I'm dying of discomfort at work. I want to put cold compresses on them. But, none of that is socially acceptable. And so, I die. Not in the fabu Rachel Zoe way...but in the literal "I want to shoot myself and put me out of my misery" way.
Ugh.
So if you do happen to see a lady walking down the street or sitting in a restaurant or riding the bus and she happens to be scratching her boobs, please don't judge. She may just have eczema caused by stress and needs all the sympathy she can get.
Thanks. :)
