Skin Deep

Over the last three weeks or so, I’ve been dealing with some weird skin conditions.  Weird to me, anyway, as I never have skin conditions.  Outside of acne when I eat all of the greasy food.  First, I had a weird little rash I ended up convincing myself was scabies.  So, I went to the doctor and he gave me a couple of oral corticosteroids as well as some heavy-duty hydrocortisone cream.

Which seemed to help for all of two days.  On Saturday, though, all hell broke loose and my skin now looks like a chemical war zone.  I’m now getting these fun little battalions of hives that crop up on my arms or legs or hands or feet or some or both or all of the above. They duke it out for a bit, and then off they go, either to celebrate the victory or to wallow in their defeat, only to reemerge for the next battle in an ill-fated attempt to win an impossible war of driving me fucking insane with t all the itching and scratching.

And of course doctor’s offices aren’t open on the weekends. So I got to wake up bright and early Monday morning to call the doctor’s office literally as soon as they open up at 7 AM. I was able to get a same-day appointment, but it was smack dab in the middle of my shift at the call center.  I ended up calling in because a) I didn’t know how serious the diagnosis would end up being and b) I want to rip my skin off it itches so bad.  I’m kinda tempted to call in today, too because I can hardly stand it.

So, the doctor kindly heard out my worries that I might be allergic to one of the pills he gave me and then just sort of shrugged and said, “Well, it’s a possibility, but prednisone is usually prescribed to get rid of things like hives.”  What the appointment boiled down to was the doctor saying hives sometimes just happen and that I should take Allegra during the day and Benadryl at night for two weeks and call him if the hives don’t go away by then.

My response to that is as follows:

Two weeks?  Are you kidding me??  I have to sit around and be physically uncomfortable in my own skin for two weeks.  I get to deal with roaming hives making me look like I’m dying of the plague for two whole weeks.  How fun!  And what happens if I’m still breaking out in two weeks?  Do you tell me to take some other over-the-counter medication and call you in two more weeks?  Man, sounds like so much fun!  I can’t wait to see how this all plays out!

I really hope this shit just goes away on it’s own.  I hope this regiment of antihistamines does the trick because I’m sick of looking down at my arms and hands and feet and legs and seeing a huge patch of hives where there wasn’t any not 5 minutes prior.

At least now that I’ve spent two days at home, I know it’s not something specific to my boyfriend’s house.  Since this all started while I was staying there, he was worried it was something in his house, something that he owned that was causing it.  But I don’t think that’s the case, given the fact that as I type this post up on this lovely Tuesday morning from the comfort of my own room, my hands are screaming to be scratched and hives are running from my fingers to my shoulders.

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