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Tuesday

22

February

2005

Bad Conscience
POSTED in: Ramblings

After my first day at work, my face started to get inflamed again. No ekzemas, just redness. When my face is inflamed, it swells. When my face is swollen, I am a wreck.

I survived my last day yesterday. I am in a waiting position now, she threatened to call again when someone should get sick… Anyway, I got up today and my face is a balloon. Not bad really compared to what it was like already 2 years ago or last year in the end. But bad enough.

So I cancelled my guitar lesson. He said I should come anyway, it wouldnt bother him. But it bothers me. My bad conscience is killing me for having wasted money and so on. My Mom said too that I should cancel and it is ok, but damn, bad bad conscience.

I hate this so very much. Why cant it just stop, I want my face to be normal at least. Damn this skin. 😥

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4 Responses to “Bad Conscience”


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    Nicki
    5:00 pm on February 22nd, 2005

    I am sorry your skin is all horrible again, it must be not nice at all. I know how you feel though, it is like you notice the eczema more than anybody else, and it makes you feel conscious. Please don’t do too much work, if you get offered again 🙂 It has snowed here!!


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    Connie AUSTRIA
    9:47 pm on February 22nd, 2005

    Thank you so much Nicki! Yay for Snow in England!!!


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    Lucy UNITED STATES
    8:21 am on February 23rd, 2005

    So sorry about your face. Feel better Connie!


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    Nicki
    7:49 pm on February 23rd, 2005

    I’d rather it wasn’t snowing, I missed my flute lesson because of it and my exam is next week.

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