When I go to sleep at night feeling 100% perfect, I expect to wake up feeling 100% perfect. I also anticipate waking up looking the same way, except of course for a few pillow wrinkles and stray hairs.
The other day, this was not the case. I went to bed around 1:38am – not to be specific or anything – and woke up shortly after 9am. The reason for my wake up wasn’t due to an alarm, nor was it because I wanted to get my carpe diem on.
I woke up because I was scratching the hell out of my under arms.
I swiftly jumped out of bed and ran to my trusty mirror. Low and behold both underarms had developed a rather painful, bumpy and red skin inflammation. Did I mention it was itchier than wearing wool on a hot summers day? [Keep Reading]