So apparently I'm allergic to something. I have no idea what. But it's got my skin acting up like mad. Want to know the fun thing?
My doctor says the most likely cause... heat.
I'm allergic to fucking weather.
Seriously?
WEATHER?
Really?
Who's allergic to fucking weather?
I've always had sensitive skin. So to help with the allergy thing... as in to try and control my own symptoms (fucking hives popping up on my abdomen, arms, and legs) I got new laundry soap and fabric softener. The stuff without any dyes in it you know?
I bought it my self, and have agreed to start washing my own laundry(not that I wasn't already). I'll wash everyone else stuff when I do mine. But mine goes in the wash with the special soap.
My mother is annoyed at me.
Because I offered to start helping her more often, by washing (and paying extra money to get my own soap) the clothes of the 6 people living in this house.
What does she say?
That I can't wash clothes right.
So she doesn't want my help.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
P.S.
Remind me not to even think around my mother when my uterus hates me... which, yes as a matter of fact, it does right now.
Alot.
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