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.
Thin spiral notebook 
Oh dear, how horrible! Great story.. cleverly told with that great twist of an ending!
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It made me itch just thinking about it…
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Me too! but then, I am allergic to wool too 😦
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Fortunately, they do make habits in a cotton/polyester blend these days!
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Good to know.
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haha great twist and had me on my toes.
Enjoyed
Ally 🙂
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Nice twist… I wasn’t sure where it was going. That’s always a good thing. And I love the photograph.
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Thank you, Steph. I try to keep you all on your toes.
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This is really interesting
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I enjoyed this piece! Lovely little twist at the end, and very amusing!
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I tried to use the prompt in a different way than expected.
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wait, you were a nun? !!!!!!
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When I was little, I would take a white T-shirt and pull it over my head so that it covered my hair then tell my mom. “I’m a nun.” Her Southern Baptist sensibilities were sorely tested.
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oh, no!!! We wrote about the same thing!!! Love this. I should tell someday about the time we 8th grade girls delivered groceries to the convent at lunch time and . . . .
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I think it’s hilarious that our stories paralleled. Great minds and all that.
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