The same spot on my wrist flared up again today, right where the cuff of my blouse keeps catching on it during the train ride.
I noticed it early into the ride, and by the time I got off I’d already scratched it raw without really meaning to.
It’s not even a bad flare in the grand scheme, not compared to some of what I’ve had before, but it’s the kind that just sits there with you all day, I suppose, every time you move your arm under the sleeve.
By the time I got home tonight I didn’t have it in me to do any of the routine stuff, the lotion, the cool compress, none of it. Just sat on the edge of the bed for a while instead.
The run-walk thing has actually been fine for the skin itself. It’s everything else, the 90 minutes each way on a packed train with a sleeve that won’t sit still, that wears a person down in a different way.
I know some of you have your own version of this, a waistband or a collar or whatever it is for you. Some days it’s not the big flare that gets you, it’s the small dumb one in a spot you can’t even hide properly that ends up being the one you carry home.