I could not stop itching the night before last.
Everytime I moved, something irritated my skin.
I got up.
I shaved.
I lotioned.
I prayed.
It only reminded me of my childhood when the pH of my skin was off and I just wanted to scratch my skin off.
I thought it was my hormones.
I thought it was me.
We figured out last night at dinner that I wasn't the only one.
The pH in the pool was off that day.
Me and Mickey's guest, Matthew, weren't alone in our suffering.
Thank goodness. Because I sure thought it was me going preggo crazy.
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