(Hello, I am just leaving a selfish message for mouse, although I know she has gone away til Tues, because I am feeling mightily sorry for myself, although all is well, really. TMI alert.
I said last week that I had got stress-related excema. Well, it got worse and worse. All over feet and hands and a bit on right leg. By Thursday I ouldn't even pick up a can of coke without using both hands because of broken skin, so rang GP for appt next week, and wore those cotton gloves to stop scratching. By Friday my right foot was covered. By Saturday my right foot had just blown up, swollen, couldn't put a shoe on apart from too big croc, and up both calves, including a sort of running sore on one. That was when I was thinking of putting a shout out for mouse to ask about psoriasis. Was pretty concerned by then. Not a hypochondriac but starting to fear leprosy and ebola. This morning in was up both thighs and arms. Went straight to a and e, fortunately armed with 4 newspapers. The triage nurse saw me quickly and immediately isolated me in a cubicle.
I didn't know whether I was isolated for my own good or for everyone else's. I had forgotten to bring a pen or I would have started making my will. I could honestly sense it creeping up my thighs to my torso in the hours I was there. And it smelt weird, not sure what off, but the dog seems keen on the smell, which made me think of cancer, by Saturday. Because I read somewhere that dogs can smell cancer.
(At this point I would like to thank the Lord for the NHS. Four different drs had a look at me. They took blood. Then they tested the blood, which only took about 4 hours. I thought that it took days! Do the blood testers work on Sunday? Then they said the blood tests were clear, told me I had a streptococol infection (sp?), told me to see GP tomorrow to collect appt with dermatologist and gave me course of antibiotics.)
I know this is me me me but if you could see me, I look like something out of a horror movie. They kept asking me if I had difficulty passing water, which I don't. But by now it has crept past that area. But now I am 'on' the antibiotics, so the creeping of this discusting blistery rash should stop getting worse. I wish I had asked for a sleeping tablet because I am itchy, but not scratching (too scared that something will fall off) all night, but I was so grateful to be chucked out, and give them back their paediatric cubicle.
I am supposed to take 4 tablets a day and I have already taken two, which I shouldn't have done, but won't take anymore today. The one good bit was when they asked me about drinking and smoking and I said I hadn't had any alcohol for the last week and was on nicorettes.
DC at mum's. I hardly ever use the NHS but it was so wonderful today. Feeling very sore and itchy and irritable and just needed to spill. Yrs, leperwomanxx)