Back in March just before I headed to Scotland for Irish Dancing World Championships, I noticed an itch. This was no ordinary itch. Unfortunately, I had experienced a similar issue several months earlier.
Back in November, I assumed it was a pesky yeast infection. (yes, that kind of itch. Now you know why I hesitated to share). I tried the standard operating procedure for a yeast infection. Much to my discomfort - IT DID NOT GO AWAY!
As much as I dreaded it, I decided to call my OBGYN. I crossed my fingers that they would call in a prescription for an oral pill that would clear it up. After I described how severe the symptoms were, the nurse said the 5 words that I hated to hear: 'You need to be seen.' NO!!!!!! Really?
To my horror (and apparently the horror of the Doc), she admitted that she had never seen anything like this before. How is that possible? She prescribed an oral steroid. There was creme too. It took time, but it went away.
|I hoped the girls wouldn't |
grab this thinking it was toothpaste.
I mean we had some serious
moments of exhaustion after
that endless journey.
When this was all said and done, I called my pharmacist to find out how many times I had been put on the same oral steroid by my OBGYN. I had lost track and I recall being shocked that it had occurred 3 times total. Not counting Glasgow.
I began to itch before we left for the trip, but I was incredibly busy. I thought I could handle it. Perhaps there is some brain cell loss associated with taking so many rounds of oral steroids. Or I blocked it. At any rate, in my state of denial I tossed a little Vagisil in my bag and away we went.
As if the adventure of getting to Glasgow wasn't enough, my insane itching was the icing on the cake. I packed skinny jeans for the staple of my wardrobe. Enough said. The Vagisil ointment offered some relief until around dinner. Misery doesn't begin to cover it.
I needed the girls to know what I was going thru, so in a very memorable Mommy/daughters moment - I showed them. They may be scarred for life. I kid you not, I thought my upper legs would literally be scarred for life as the rash crept down my legs. Had I worn my last bathing suit?