There go my dreams.

So the bumpies are starting to drain and / or disappear. That's a plus. Now I'm expecting them to come back with a vengeance due to the amount of stress I just got dumped on me.

My father has decided to be his own doctor, and has decided that he doesn't need to take some of his medication. He's the one that watches Reagan for a couple of hours every morning when I go to school and before my in-laws come pick him up to take him to school. I have never let my dad watch Reagan for any extended period of time due to his medical conditions and him always being sleepy. But a couple of hours he's been fine. Well, with this new information, I can't leave Reagan alone with him anymore. At all. So, my dreams have to halt now because of this. I don't know what options I'm going to have now. I'm going to have to go talk with my school director tomorrow and find out what I can do. I know that a leave of absence can only be 30 days long. After that I guess you're dropped. When school is out for summer for the kids, it should be a bit easier as the older 3 can be here (until two-a-days begin again), and when the new school year starts it will be fine since Reagan will be in kindergarten full day instead of half day pre-K. The problem is, both of these events are more than 30 days from happening. I seriously don't need this stress right now.

So, there go my dreams. I was really hoping to graduate on time (December) from cosmetology school. Now I wonder if I'll be able to graduate at all.

Where is the relief?

Wow, it's been awhile since I've written anything here. I've been so busy lately, and having so many ridiculous flair-ups I haven't had time to set down and type. I'm exhausted!
So, you who read my blog regularly know that I sometimes share information that may be a bit much to stomach for some. Here's my content warning: If you have a weak stomach, are easily "grossed out", tend to read something and feel sorry for someone, or judge people based on things they cannot control (sadly I know many like this), stop reading here. Do NOT read this whole post. You have been warned.

So I thought I had both the HS and the IBS under control. Boy was I wrong! (New readers, if you're wondering what HS is, click this link for my blog post that gives more info. )  So the HS is rearing it's ugly head again. This is not the first outbreak I've had since my last post, just haven't felt like blogging. Too tired, drained, emotionally and physically exhausted. I have them both in the southern region (2 quarter size, 1 grape size)  as well as in the arm pit (one pea size, one BB size). The IBS has been acting up for about two weeks now. I'm back on the probiotics, and have added a second one. With any luck at all they will start doing a bit of good soon. It's really sad that I can't do the things I want to do because I'm not sure I can get more than 100 feet from the restroom. Can you say this sucks!!?? I can. My doctor recently put me on some antidepressants. I'm praying for some relief from the stress with it, which should help both the HS and the IBS. I'm tired of being sick. Tired of the insecurity.  Tired of the wounds.

I'm still doing the tea tree oil applied directly to the bumpies. While it doesn't seem to make them go away, it does give a bit of temporary relief. When I say temporary, I mean really temporary. Like five to ten minutes temporary. Hey, that's five to ten minutes I don't have the excruciating pain, I'll take it! I've also started trying soaks in a bath with peppermint oil. It seems to help a bit as well. Still I have found nothing that takes the pain and inflammation away. I'm still working on that. Someone said to try spent tea bags while they are still warm and moist applied to the area. If I can get some time without kids in the house I may try it. Hell, at this point, I'm willing to try just about anything. Within reason.

I have also considered waxing. I would surely have to do it on my own at home as there are multiple reasons I wouldn't have it done by someone else. 1. I will NOT remove my top in front of anyone so that my arm pit can be waxed. 2. I will NOT remove my britches in front of anyone so that the southern region can be waxed. 3. Although it is not a contagious condition, I am fairly certain that people would be hesitant to wax. I've told you...it's rather gross.  Where is the relief? Why can't I be normal, whatever that is. ;~)

So, that's all I've got for tonight. I guess this one wasn't that bad. =)