They lied. They said it would only take twenty-one days until it became my new normal. I’d learn to adjust, maybe even enjoy the change. I could’ve told them on day one that wasn’t going to happen. You can’t prepared yourself for something like that.
I did try. The first few days were horrible. So many sensations to deal with, to try to sort out. After a week the pain had eased a bit, but I couldn’t shake those feelings of irritation.
By the end of the third week, the sisters figured out I was allergic to my wool habit.