Over the years I have blogged about a variety of topics. My first blog was about the randomness of my life as a stay at home mom, full-time student, wife, etc. It was definitely my most successful blog, meaning I had a handful of readers and my sister would randomly recommend my blog to her friends. As life changed, so did the blog.
I once though that blogging daily about something positive would keep me more positive. I was so committed to this blog that I actually bought a domain name. That quickly fizzled.
As a way to work through the grieving process I decided to blog about my Mom's death. That simply made me relive the months she was sick, the three weeks she was in the hospital, and the tragedy of her deal. No one read that one, not even me.
I have always wanted something 'interesting' to blog about to possibly reach people other than myself. But if I would have known what I was wishing for, I wouldn't have wished for it. I honesty have no idea if anyone will read this, and I am okay with that. This blog is for me, about my journey, and how I find a way to cope with this...the itch.
Roughly 7 years ago I noticed that I had a couple of flakes on my shoulders or on the back of my shirt. And when I really started to notice it, my head was itchy and the flakes got worse when I scratched. It was only one small spot on my head, not my entire head.
My itchy head persisted. It wasn't always itchy, but it was itchy enough. I learned to brush off my shoulder, but it wasn't too bad.
It continued. I rarely go to the doctor and it wasn't too troublesome, so I never made an appointment strictly for this itchy scalp. It seemed to be a waste of time.
The small spot on my head had now spread. Thinking back, it had been spreading, but I didn't want to pay any attention to it.
Roughly 6 years after the initial flakes, the back of my entire head, almost ear to ear, and even in my ears, was itchy. I was constantly brushing off flakes and wearing light colored tops to hide the flakes. I started to get the itch in the place NO ONE should ever get the itch! Yes, the undercarriage!
Remember I said earlier that I was married, well I am faithful! I barely have enough time in the day so I knew I wasn't cheating! I knew for a fact that my husband hadn't cheated (he isn't the type, and I asked him to confirm). I know what a yeast infection is and feels like. This was different. This was my skin, not anything internal. I dealt with this for roughly 3-4 months before going to my doctor. I know, I am strange for not going sooner, but it is embarrassing! My OBGYN diagnoses me with a fungal infection on my skin...aka a yeast infection on my skin. I was given a couple of prescriptions for creams and went on my way.
Two weeks later it was still itching like there was no tomorrow. No relief at all. And no, I never mentioned my itchy scalp to my doctor.
For several months I used these creams on and off. Sometimes I would get a bit of relief, but never a ton, and it never lasted long.
I decide to get a new PCP and went for a physical. I mention none of my itching!
Roughly a month later, a year after my initial itchy undercarriage began, I scheduled an appointment with my PCP to discuss my itchiness. As embarrassing as it was, I told her about all of my itchies. My doctor gave me prescriptions for a liquid for my head, a prescription shampoo, and then more creams/ointments for my undercarriage and pills for a fungal infection.
GUESS WHAT...my undercarriage was NOT happy!
Five weeks later my dermatologist diagnosed me with psoriasis. I had done my research and was thinking the same thing. Psoriasis. Psoriasis, the autoimmune disorder. Psoriasis, something I'll have to deal with my entire life. Psoriasis.
I finally have a diagnosis, new prescriptions, and...itching!
I once though that blogging daily about something positive would keep me more positive. I was so committed to this blog that I actually bought a domain name. That quickly fizzled.
As a way to work through the grieving process I decided to blog about my Mom's death. That simply made me relive the months she was sick, the three weeks she was in the hospital, and the tragedy of her deal. No one read that one, not even me.
I have always wanted something 'interesting' to blog about to possibly reach people other than myself. But if I would have known what I was wishing for, I wouldn't have wished for it. I honesty have no idea if anyone will read this, and I am okay with that. This blog is for me, about my journey, and how I find a way to cope with this...the itch.
Roughly 7 years ago I noticed that I had a couple of flakes on my shoulders or on the back of my shirt. And when I really started to notice it, my head was itchy and the flakes got worse when I scratched. It was only one small spot on my head, not my entire head.
My itchy head persisted. It wasn't always itchy, but it was itchy enough. I learned to brush off my shoulder, but it wasn't too bad.
It continued. I rarely go to the doctor and it wasn't too troublesome, so I never made an appointment strictly for this itchy scalp. It seemed to be a waste of time.
The small spot on my head had now spread. Thinking back, it had been spreading, but I didn't want to pay any attention to it.
Roughly 6 years after the initial flakes, the back of my entire head, almost ear to ear, and even in my ears, was itchy. I was constantly brushing off flakes and wearing light colored tops to hide the flakes. I started to get the itch in the place NO ONE should ever get the itch! Yes, the undercarriage!
Remember I said earlier that I was married, well I am faithful! I barely have enough time in the day so I knew I wasn't cheating! I knew for a fact that my husband hadn't cheated (he isn't the type, and I asked him to confirm). I know what a yeast infection is and feels like. This was different. This was my skin, not anything internal. I dealt with this for roughly 3-4 months before going to my doctor. I know, I am strange for not going sooner, but it is embarrassing! My OBGYN diagnoses me with a fungal infection on my skin...aka a yeast infection on my skin. I was given a couple of prescriptions for creams and went on my way.
Two weeks later it was still itching like there was no tomorrow. No relief at all. And no, I never mentioned my itchy scalp to my doctor.
For several months I used these creams on and off. Sometimes I would get a bit of relief, but never a ton, and it never lasted long.
I decide to get a new PCP and went for a physical. I mention none of my itching!
Roughly a month later, a year after my initial itchy undercarriage began, I scheduled an appointment with my PCP to discuss my itchiness. As embarrassing as it was, I told her about all of my itchies. My doctor gave me prescriptions for a liquid for my head, a prescription shampoo, and then more creams/ointments for my undercarriage and pills for a fungal infection.
GUESS WHAT...my undercarriage was NOT happy!
Five weeks later my dermatologist diagnosed me with psoriasis. I had done my research and was thinking the same thing. Psoriasis. Psoriasis, the autoimmune disorder. Psoriasis, something I'll have to deal with my entire life. Psoriasis.
I finally have a diagnosis, new prescriptions, and...itching!
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