It has been a year since my first post about my hands. And since then they are still afflicted with eczema.
I will repeat it time and time again, if I was born with soft clear skin, I would have been a force to behold.
But that is simply not the case.
I do wonder if my condition has gotten better or worse. On one hand it is less painful, on the other it has affected both hands and returned to my ankles.
I will never have the hands or feet or ankles or wrists of a lady. Not with my dry cracked skin patched with scars from previous outbreaks.
It doesn’t matter. The only hand that I will hold right now is my own. Why worry?