I is for Ignore
This one is a little odd. Let me first assure you I didn't hurt myself for the photo.
I have a mild skin condition called Dermagraphy. Pretty much any light pressure, usually from a shirt collar or cuff, causes warm and itchy red wheals. It's like an allergic reaction. The above was simply made after lightly running a knitting needle tip on my arm. After a few minutes it appears. Too bad I didn't go to Catholic School. I could have faked Stigmata to get out of classes!
This isn't a big deal- in about 10 minutes it goes away. The trouble is I get it a lot on my face and neck. If I itch my nose, or brush my hair it results in a Freddy Kruger-looking scratch. Then the comments come. Almost every day.
"Did your cat get you?"
"Did you have an accident?"
"Husband got frisky, eh?"
Then I have to go explain the above. Over and over. It gets old, and it makes a girl self conscious. I appreciate the concern, really I do. If you know me and asked, It's OK. Just after the nth time that day, I want to start carrying around pamphlets.
I'm thankful I don't have anything harmful or really painful. Sometimes I just want to I want to yell out, IGNORE IGNORE!