My eczema started to work up last week from all the stress school has brought. It was bearable until last Saturday when I had an eczema attack. I was in probably one of the most polluted places in the city, all sweaty and running around in the dusty air. It sucks to have eczema but I can’t complain, because I’m only an extremely mild case and thankfully it’s going away.

Having that eczema attack got me to go to the doctor today. Which I wasn’t so pleased about, because the doctor I usually go to wasn’t in and I had to see her partner, who clearly treated me as if I was wasting his time and this wasn’t the first time he’s done that. Man, I really dislike him. I talked to him politely and asked a few important questions, but he just answered in depthless answers and prescribed the medication I asked for, since I had run out of it. 

I would have understood that he needed to see other patients - but I was the only one there. Luckily, the nurse was kind. She gave me the medication and smiled when I left. Now I’m back home and my god, the relief from the discomfort I’ve been feeling is heavenly! :)