Two of them, in fact.
More bullshit with my scaly hands.
I go into somewhat more detail in today’s vid.
This should be an interesting blog entry because I am still waiting for the text from the Urgent and Primary Care Centre (UPCC), aka Urgent Care, to tell me it is time for me to go back there so someone can look at these grotesque hands of mine.
So I will hopefully be interrupted in my blogging some time soon because I am really eager to get some answers as to WTF, hands? and for this all to be done with.
Or at least advanced to the next step. Something.
This is all making me seethe all the harder with resentment for Doctor Chao because if he hadn’t fucked off somewhere on vacation I wouldn’t be in this god damned mess.
The one time I really need him and he’s gone. MotherFUCKer.
I am so tired of his bullshit. I bet the whole reason he didn’t get a locum is that he’s too damned timid to ask for one in the first place.
“Well, gotta go, try not to die without me!”
I’ll do my best.
And my legs still don’t work, and nobody knows why, and he gave up trying to figure it out a long time ago so clearly he’s quite happy not knowing.
Me, less so.
Once more the temptation to file a complaint about him with the BC College of Surgeons and Physicians dances before my eyes.
All that is really stopping me is my feeling that I have not given him a fair try yet. That I should lay it on the line for him one more time in no uncertain terms so that he knows exactly how upset I am and how badly I think he’s failed me and this time, when he tells me how much a complaint would screw with his life even if he’s exonerated. I will tell him, “Well then you’d better do your fucking job then!”.
Then it’s up to him to either convince me that he’s on the case again or face a review of my case by the College.
I have to admit, having an outside authority look at my case sounds quite good to me. Then at least someone besides the highly estimable Doctor Chao would know that I still can’t walk and how Chao has totally abandoned finding out why.
Then they can tell me if that’s normal and/or acceptable.
Meanwhile, things like flare ups of flu-like symptoms, weird bouts of nodding-off sleepiness, and my hands moulting continue to happen.
Because of this mishigas, I have not been able to order my groceries today. I suppose I could do so and ask Joe to receive them for me, but I hate to impose.
And I am not desperately out of anything vital. I am out of sugar free cookies but I won’t need them until tomorrow after midnight anyhow.
So if I end up not ordering them until tomorrow, it won’t be a big deal.
It’s hard to resist the urge to pick at the peeling skin on my hands. But for now at least, I am avoiding it as much as possible.
A strange grooming instinct makes me want to peel all the loose skin off both hands but that’s how I ended up with two skinless regions on my left hand (hello, dermis) and I am not gonna risk that happening again.
So I just remove the bits that are itching badly or getting in the way, and even then I do my best to just take the driest bits…
Got the call!
Been there and back. No big surprises. Got a prescription for a steroid cream and the NP took a skin sample for them to test for fungal infection.
That’s gonna come back negatory. No way a fungal infection is this low on symptoms. There’d be a smell, a discharge, inflammation, or the like.
I am pretty sure it’s a case of them not actually knowing what is wrong with my hands but steroid creams help with that sort of thing so…what the hell.
Fine. I told the NP about my Mom’s eczema, and how it starting getting worse when she was around my age, so the steroid cream is not a total shot in the dark.
Once more, I am medically mysterious. Joy.
More after the break.
All hands on dick… er, deck!
Warning, I am probably going to blow through a LOT of hand puns.
I looked up eczema online. None of the types listed seemed to apply to my problem. They all assume you’ve got an itchy rash or discharge or whatnot, and all I have is the peeling of the skin.
So I still dunno.
No mention of it only affecting the hands either, unsurprisingly.
I keep wracking my brains to try to think of something new I have eaten or touched lately that might explain this outbreak and I am coming up empty.
I don’t think I touched anything new at Kinsmen. I was outside and there were flowers blooming so I suppose I might have come into contact with some sort of pollen I didn’t know I was allergic to.
I know that we had beetroot soup with lunch. I could be allergic to that. Lunch was chicken and “guacamole” that was actually salsa verde.
Which is fine by me because I love salsa verde.
So the lunch may have contained something new.
I wish I had thought of all this when the NP was asking me questions!
And I did first notice the peeling on the day AFTER my jaunt at Kismen. So I suppose it could be an unknown allergy.
There also seems to be a faint burning sensation in the skin on my hands now. Sort of like a mild abrasion. SO that’s worth watching.
I have this terrible feeling that my people pleasing and/or self-minimizing instincts made me suddenly forget like half my symptoms when the NP asked.
Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.