So, it’s only been like 3 months, but I finally went to the doctor. I’ve been coping with this weird rash on my lower eyelid for awhile, but today I found a new spot it had spread to and the sum total was a whole lotta itching, so off to the doctor I went.
And my diagnosis? Eczema. And the treatment? In addition to hydrocortisone and moisturizers such as Cetaphil, “try to avoid stress in your life.”
Oh, that is easy. Basically I just got told that this itchy, spreading thing I have on my face is not curable and that I have it in one of the more unfortunate places to get it, but I should make changes in my life to have a more stress-less life.
Okay, so if I were to leave my husband, three kids, pets, job, and all responsibilities, plus live in something akin to a nunnery, I can see this skin curse perhaps leaving me. And since all that is likely to happen sometime in my current lifetime, I should have this little eczema issue cleared up in no time.
I can feel my blood pressure raising and my stress level hiking just thinking about trying to not itch the damn stuff. This keeps up and my whole face should be covered by the time I get the last kiddo through high school graduation. I tell you, I think I may be a poster child for what not to do.
On that note, I’m going to go reapply my potions and lotions. And maybe actually try to do something stress relieving, like meditate. Or have a pomegranate margarita.
1 shot tequilla
1 shot triple sec
1 shot margarita mix
1 shot pomegranate juice
Shake over ice, pour into glass and begin forgetting about one’s stressful lifestyle. At least until somebody needs a diaper change or a bandaid or some such thing.