5am wake up call from my biological time clock. Still having 30 minutes to spare before Siri’s repetitive alarm clock rant. I lay back down, trying to regain entrance of REM sleep, only to be met with locked doors. Useless....
Eventually I get up and get ready for work. Having my lunch prepped from the night before; my salad with rice and lentil curry leftovers. I had so much energy today. My work performance excelled, getting compliments from my coworkers and supervisor. Any praise received from someone is always a good feeling. However, realizing that praise received from within is the best applaud.
Being on cloud 9 only lasted so long before reality set in again. The eczema on my hands began to reel it’s ugly head and reminded me of its presence, as if it said “Wait bih! I know you ain’t forgot about me. U betta show me some attention!”. First the peeling started, then gnawing at my hands became this repulsive luxury. The constant badgering of the peeling of my hands plus the itch stood in the way of basic daily activities. Even the heartfelt cries of my little one couldn’t break the vicious scratching. These are the times where I question “why?”. Did I treat my body that bad where it has to betray me like this? I’m pretty sure all chronic eczema sufferers can relate to this heartache. Consequently, the only thing I can do is wait. Wait for relief. Wait for my cells to renew itself back to its original state. Just wait....
