Rash

I hate when my body does things that it's not supposed to do. I'm just not good at handling change. I'm like, "You know... you HAVEN'T been doing this the first 29 1/2 years, so why the heck are you starting this crap with me now?!?!".

Maybe that's a little unrealistic, we do all grow and change, right? But I don't care.. change is not a friend of mine.... well, at least in most situations. I prefer most things to stay the same.

So, in December, when I was lying in bed watching my nightly episodes of Forensic Files and my elbow started itching... I thought it was just going to be an ordinary itch.... It would itch, I would scratch it, it would go away.

Oh no, it just could not be that simple. Before long, I realized that this little tiny bump that was itching on my elbow had turned into a little patch of tiny bumps. And they were itching more and more. So of course, I was scratching them! Well, the more I itched the scratch, the more little bumps that came and the more bumps that came, the more they ITCHED! So, before I knew it, I no longer had a patch of bumps, I had a patch of scabs from where I had itched the bumps to death!

Are you as tired of reading the words: itch, scratch, and bumps... as I am of typing them?

Ok, well, so, by the beginning of February (2 months into this ordeal) I had little itchy bumps on both my elbows. I went to my ob-gyn for my annual visit (the funnest thing EVER!) and he looked at them and gave me some steroid cream that should get rid of these pesky little bumps that he was now referring to as my rash. I hate that word... rash. It sounds so.... dirty....

I wanted to look at him and be like, "Okay, why has my body suddenly decided to break out in this rash??? I'm not hanging out with strippers, doing things I shouldn't be doing (sorry if you used to be a stripper, but well... anyway...), I'm sitting at home with my babies being a very good girl, if I must say so myself. So, why do I have a mysterious rash????

Anyway, this horrible thing has just progressively gotten worse and worse. And I am so stubborn and in extreme denial about the whole situation that I have blatantly refused to go to the doctor. I guess that I've just been thinking that I would wake up and it would magically be GONE one morning.

But, NOPE! It's just gotten worse... now, it's on my elbows, inside and out, on my knees, inside and out, on my ankles, AND on the OUTSIDE of my right calf!! Oh, that's gonna be pretty with summer coming about.

Whatever.

So, I went to the doctor today, finally, because I am at my wits end and completely miserable a good part of the day from scratching and itching.. itching and scratching.

He tells me he's not sure what it is, so he wants me to go see a Dermatologist. FANTASTIC! Let's get this diagnosis underway and get the itchy bumps off my body for good!

So, I go to the receptionist, she calls Dr. Thompson (the Dermatologist). He's booked up until MAY! You have GOT to be kidding me! So, she calls another doctor, who nobody's used, nobody referred him to me as a good doctor and he can get me in next week.

That's great and all. I hope he can figure this out, but I really am a bit nervous... nobody knew him. And why would Dr. Thompson be booked up until May something, and this doctor is available to see me next week?

Hmmm.. I don't know, but I sure hope he knows what he's doing!

By the way... did you know that Dermatologists do not take insurance? I have never heard of such! A doctor who doesn't take insurance! And the receptionist at my ob-gyn said that most Dermatologists don't. They just give you the paperwork and if you want to try to file it yourself you can. So, now I have to go to an unknown doctor and completely pay for it upfront, with no help from insurance.

I hate body malfunctions.