I have developed a rash that itches like crazy and I went to the doctor this morning to see about it. There I could practice advocating for myself by getting the appointment, bringing eye drops that could be the culprit, and discussing whether it was shingles or some other dread disease. He reassured my right away that it was some contact dermatitis, probably from cream I put on my own stupid self. I'm itching like crazy and quite lumpy, and of course I had a party this afternoon for a dear friend an a therapy appointment. I asked for prescription cortisone ointment because the over the counter stuff is filled with additives that I can't tolerate. I whisked myself in and out with a kind of answer and medication. I have since slathered ointment on my arms, neck and face, and notice how lumpy and itchy I still am. No instant miracle cure for me.
So I cancelled the party early this morning and now have uncancelled, though I'm still unsure. To go or not to go, that is the question. I will cover up and not touch anyone, but it's a bit like being a leper at a gathering. Oh, dear. And to think I probably caused this myself, by slathering myself with anti-aging skin repair of some sort. Back to basics. I shall age rapidly and blithely look like a newspaper on the street. But I won't be rashy or lumpy.
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