On Being a Complain-y Sick Person
I complain often. Well, I complain on this blog often. If you met me in real life, you’d be struck by how little I complain. When I do complain, it’s with a dash of silly sarcasm. I blog about my problems because I don’t want to burden my friends in real life. It is hard to tell who is really interested in hearing how you’re doing physically and who is just listening to be polite.
The only people I “burden” with complaints here are subscribers – people who willingly sign up for my posts- and thus sign up to read my writings. Many of my subscribers suffer in the same ways I suffer and its comforting to know we’re not alone. Especially because, when you have so many health problems, your friends and relatives tune you out so it is a frustratingly lonely situation.
Subdermal Eczema – More of the Same, Really
I’ve been following the dermatologist’s advice for five days now. You’d think I might be seeing an improvement, but not really. The skin on my stomach itches less intensely and is less red. The skin on my lower legs itches more intensely and is more red. Trading one area for another.
The film on my skin left by the myriad of products is not improving. I thought I’d try to give my skin a few days to adjust. Instead, the film is attracting lint from my clothing. I just don’t see how that is going to help reduce itching. Tomorrow, I’m using a wash cloth against doctor’s orders.
Desonide, the RX steroid ointment, is fairly useless. I should now be applying the ointment every other day and I honestly can’t tell a difference when I apply it and when I do not. The Elidel samples seemed to make some difference. I covered my stomach in Elidel ointment and it’s itching less. Covering myself in Vaseline nightly is no more effective than using the coconut oil blend I created. If anything the Vaseline is not helping because it adds to the slimy film on my skin.
I’ll either spontaneously heal, or suffer through the next 21 days until my dermatology follow up. There are not words to describe how tired I am of doctors, medications, and constant, unrelenting itching.
At least I’m not having much pain to speak of. That’s one good thing. I’m not sure I’d trade the constant itching for the pain, though. Both are equally frustrating in different ways. Although, I suppose pain is more mentally exhausting than itching.