It started with an innocent linear scratch.
I was working as a full time Accounting Executive in a company dealing with motors.
The office premises are located in Tuas, near the second link - custom to get into Malaysia.
I can still remember vividly that moment that change my life.
It was going to be 6pm. Like any other days, I would go to the toilet on the third floor before punching my clock card on the ground floor.
Not wanting to miss the public bus, I always rushed to and fro the toilet.
I did not expect to see so many wooden crates lying around there and I left a cut on my right arm.
Initially, I did not pay much attention to it as it seem to be a regular wound and should not take too long to recover.
Never did I expect it to escalate into a patch half the size of my arm. To make matter worse, I soon find it on my left leg too.
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My Eczema Journey
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