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People are often telling me to calm down…because I have a tendency to get fired up about or agitated by something and start ranting and/or raving. I’m like a campfire, except it only takes a quick spark of stimulation to get me going (none of that twirling or rubbing sticks for a few minutes).
And, when someone is kind enough to offer more input on how to calm myself, I occasionally consider those options. I’ve been told to meditate, pay to see a good psychiatrist, drink tea, take walks, etc. While I could go into why each of those fails me, today, I’d just like to talk briefly–ha–about my horrible luck with skin and how easily it is for me to make matters worse. Coincidentally, my skin seems to be affected by something I’ve read about being bad for me in tea form…chamomile.
I think it’s clear to me, now; I need to avoid chamomile like the Plague. It’s quite possible, without knowing it as a kid–and because my parents are so dumb and oblivious to how just about anything you put on or into your body can do harm–I was upsetting my own body with chamomile tea.
When I was a kid, my family often bought these tea sampler boxes which put every tea bag in a cute, colorful package, sure to appeal to people of all ages (creative, art-loving people, anyway…not people who can only think in numbers and process data). I recall trying the chamomile tea because it had sleeping bears in pajamas on the package, evoking thoughts of calm, restful sleep. Well, I don’t think it helped me sleep better than I already did…which has never been great. But, I also think it contributed to my annual allergies. [As it turns out, I recently looked at a tea description which said chamomile is bad for people with spring allergies. Well, if only my parents would have read and processed that information when I was younger and interested in sharing their tea samplers.]
More recently, a member of my family talked me into getting calming and protective skin cream to counter the skin-related effects of a certain medication I’ve been told to take. I thought I found a good one when the package said it contained lavender. I have read so many pieces that say lavender is the cure for just about everything, especially anything involving nervousness and tension. I thought it was just the thing to ease my mind and body…even if I cannot smell the lavender.
Boy, was I wrong. I applied one little dose of the cream to my forearms, one day, just because the air was dry and a little hazy/smoky (from all of that talk about Canadian wildfires). And, by the late afternoon, I had forearms covered in tiny red bumps. By the next day, they were replaced with cheetah-like spots…which are still there, about a week later. I look at the bottle, a second time, and see it doesn’t JUST contain lavender oil; it also has CHAMOMILE and something I’ve never even heard before. Ylang-ylang? [What the Hoobastank is that? Isn’t that one of those things they depict in oblong capsules that magically appear in “healing” hair products? Isn’t that a Panteen thing?]
Now, I’m trying to be patient with them…and treated a few with a gel I was given for another horrid rash situation I had recently…but I’m really agitated by this…and my general luck with lousy skin. [In short, my “genetics” suck.]
If you have ever broken out from a foolish skin cream purchase, I’d appreciate any advice.
In the meantime, I’m just going to fret, sulk and probably hide my arms under clothing far too warm for summer…along with the rest of my unpleasant physique. [I’d hate to cause any car or bike accidents from people seeing my hideous self.]
It seems, while there are many ways to calm oneself, I am not permitted to benefit from them. No matter what people tell me, I am potentially doomed to always be tense and paranoid. Maybe it just means I was made to be a night watchman or something…even though I consider myself more of a morning person. [I get even more uneasy, at night, if I have to be working or away from home.] So, if my blood pressure tests high, don’t worry too much…it just seems to be the way I have been made to endure…or suffer, however you look at my luck.
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