The hits just keep coming…

Bet you thought this was going to be a roller derby post, eh? It’s not (but update coming this week). But this IS another “holy crap, why am I still getting old before I’m old” post.

My dermatologist diagnosed me this morning as having nummular eczema (side note: I need to learn how to spell that), after experiencing a horrible (and recurring) rash on the backs of my hands since January. Awesome healthcare system we have, I couldn’t get an appointment with as a new patient until May (today). What started as, what I thought to be, heat rash, then spread to strange oval-shaped patterns to my inner elbow pointing place, then the back of my knees/calves… and then to my neck (receiving one inquisitive “WHAT’S THAT?!” remark, as though I received a dirty hickey). Thankfully, my condition was tolerable, as I didn’t experience the painful itchiness or broken sores regularly associated with eczema (I guess it’s my stellar tolerance for pain), albeit it was ugly. And embarrassing as all get out. I almost didn’t want to give up glove season.

Also: I was done thinking of doomsday scenarios, like having to get rid of my cats.

So, I’m not dying of skin cancer, and I do not have MRSA, but Wiki does tell me this:

The disorder is recurrent and chronic, and may appear at any age, although it is most common in people in their 60′s.

Sigh.

I also “should not” use self-tanners anymore. And, say “buh-bye” to Tide detergents. And generic hand soaps. And my Sephora Happy Birthday! present: Philosophy’s Birthday Cake shower gel and bubble bath that is currently en route to my apartment. I also have to reduce the temperature on my hot showers.

Hello heating pads, old lady!

Penis Tuesday bonus: Of COURSE, I still went on a Google hunt after my appointment to add more research for my brain… and found this: Sulzberger-Garbe Syndrome. Note: YOU DO NOT WANT IT.

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