My hands looked worse again this morning, and I wasn’t even surprised, because it happens almost every time I get a stretch of long days back to back, more typing than usual, answering the same few emails over and over because nobody reads past the subject line.
I’ve been keeping a little notebook of what I eat, how I sleep, and when my skin flares. Some days it feels like it’s telling me something. Other days I think I’m just writing my own worrying down in a different notebook.
The back of my neck is doing the same thing, worse on days I’m hunched over my laptop and don’t notice my shoulders creeping up toward my ears. By the time I get home from the commute I don’t have much left except to stare at my hands and wonder if it’s the stress or the detergent.
I baked bread this weekend so my hands would have something else to do besides scratching. It helped for a little while. Then Monday showed up anyway!
Not looking for fixes, you guys. Just needed to put this somewhere that isn’t the notebook.