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July 3, 2018

water on weeds

My first phone call when I got home from Scotland was to the OBGYN.  Was she the right person to be treating this?  I asked this aloud.  Discomfort removes the beat-around-the-bush process.  Nice choice of words, huh?  They agreed.  It was time to see the dermatologist. 

Aha, hooray.  Bearing my who-ha to another medical professional was just what I had in mind.  I honestly would have flashed a bus driver claiming to know about rashes, if I thought he had the answers I was searching for.  Desperate times and all.

I wasn't sure what pics to display here.
  These are the two pairs of skinny jeans. 
Aren't the paisley ones super cute?
 In all seriousness, they were soft like butter.
 Thank the Lord for small favors!
Did your mother ever warn you about wearing decent underwear in case you were in a car accident?  Well, I threw caution to the wind.  Wearing NOTHING from the waist down (really, I don't typically roll this way) except the baggiest pair of black, ultra-thick, hand-me-down water polo sweats from Laddie, I waddled into the doctor's office the next morning.

There I robbed a young dermatologist of her innocence and guaranteed her several weeks if not months of nightmares.  And this is the woman who treats my kids' acne.  So, I see her often - under what I once considered bummer circumstances.  'Look how broken out they are!'  Sad, pouty mom face vs. me begging her secretly to disassociate me with what she was about to see.  'Look away!  Look away!  I mean cure me, damn it!  But try not to remember that it is my downstairs you are inspecting.'

This is when she asked me what the OBGYN had given me.  I called the pharmacist and was embarrassed to learn that it had happened more times than I could even remember.  What is wrong with me?

Again, at a loss for an appropriate picture. 
These are the girls' dancing dresses. 
We are getting packed up for another
 major competition.  July 1st-July 5th
 I will be in Orlando with the girls for
National Championships of Irish Dancing.
 No, we aren't going to the parks this time.
 Bummer.  We just did Nationals
 in Orlando two years ago.  I needed
more of a break to justify a visit to the parks.
  For me, it doesn't take much.
I love it there. 
Strictly dancing and home. 
Minus the itching.  
Dermatologist (whose American Indian name going forward would be 'One-whose-eyeballs-forever-burn') told me that it was a fungal infection.  Giving me an oral steroid was just hiding the raging itch temporarily, but not getting rid of it.  'It was like throwing water on weeds.' she declared.  This is why it continued to reappear - worse every time until I looked like I had been slathered in sunscreen everywhere but my bits and my upper, inner thighs and left to bake in the sun for countless hours.  I don't sunburn in general, but it looked like the worse sunburn imaginable with an added itch.  In case you needed a visual.  Trust me - you don't want a visual.

She gave me an ointment for fungal infection.  She looked at my feet to see if perhaps I had picked up a fungal infection at the gym and passed it to that particular spot when I stepped into my underwear.  No sign of anything though.  I admit to occasionally getting sidetracked after my workouts and not always jumping directly in the shower.  It could've happened because I was sweaty once and stayed in my sweaty clothes while getting a few things done first.

I had to wonder how an OBGYN couldn't figure this one out.  Oh, if only.

Now you know why I didn't go into great detail about my Glasgow trip.




8 comments:

  1. So glad you got it all figured out!! And I can only imagine what kind if things doctors see on a daily basis!

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    1. This might be true, but I hated to contribute to that list of 'unthinkables'.

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  2. At least they figured it out! My GP once diagnosed a rash on my head and back as a fungal infection; even after I pointed out that I thought it was psoriasis. For a YEAR they treated it like a fungal infection. Finally they sent me to a dermatologist who said, nope, it was psoriasis! Needless to say, I found a new GP.

    So, please tell me you are feeling better?

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    1. Oh, yes. Much better. It didn't take long once it was figured out. This happened so long ago. It really just took me awhile to get the right angle to write about it. Besides, I had raccoons to keep me busy. If only I had time to write about ALL the nonsense in my life.

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  3. Thank goodness! And I hope you told your OBGYN, so the next person doesn't have to suffer so much.

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    1. That is a good point. I will have to call them up. I was once known there as the lady who was constantly pregnant . . . now I have earned a new title. Ugh.

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  4. SHEESH! That sounds like a horrible experience! I am so glad you got an accurate diagnosis and treatment!

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    1. I was in shock when I realized how many times it had occurred over the months. Can life get THAT busy that we soon forget how often we need help with our sun-don't-shine area? Embarrassing.

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