Healing...

So I do have ringworm. Fun fact- 20% of the US population has it at any given time, and most of them don't know it. All I know is that since my doctor switched my meds (the stuff I was on is actually known to make ringworm worse), I'm starting to feel a lot better.

Yesterday was my 1 year anniversary with my Chris. We spent the evening with me in sweats studying for the Child Protection and the Law final that we had this morning. He then spent the latter part of the evening reassuring me when I cried over this damn rash for at least the 5th time (it's itchy and ugly and it makes me feel dirty at all times and I've had to go to the doctor three times, and the cat had to be taken to the vet, and his has gotten worse and his medicine made him really sick and we had to stop it...so he's a itchy and miserable cat...)

That boy of mine treats me like a princess. I'm bawling, with my hair up on top of my head in a knot, covered in red rashes from head to belly button... and he's sitting there telling me how pretty I am and how much he's enjoyed the past year and reassuring me that the cat is not going to die from the bad reaction to his medicine and I'm not going to fail our final and it'll all be ok.


(The week we started dating)

I sure do love him!