I want my own personal physician.
I could keep it in my closet.
The specialists will have to live under the bed.
It's not that I'm ill, and I've been vaguely worried for awhile that people will start looking at me as a hypochondriac, but dammit, it's getting annoying.
Woke up yesterday in my stifling hot room with a heat rash. From the neck up I itched like crazy, and was all blotchy. I managed not to itch my face, and today it's only on my neck. It has been bloody hot...but I had a similar thing happen (not quite as extremem) a month or to ago. Also, the itchy-neck persists today at the library, where there is AC - enough to set off my reynauds fingers! DAHHH! I should not have adverse reactions to heat and cold at the same time!
Of course, it's not nearly as bad as the urticaria of a few years back - I just keep reminding myself of that. And if anyone thinks I'm being a hypochondriac about that, you can ask
westrider, who I'm fairly sure saw the odd bumpy mess my hands turned into when I was stressed by AUAP.
Now, I have to do as Kiyoko said - "WHen you scratch, do not itch!" "You look rike domestic viorence!"
I shouldn't waste time complaining about these minor ills, but rashes and such are so wishy-washy. Most of my prior medical experience has been with bones. You know where you are, with bones. You can point to them. Sometimes you can point to the large bits of metal sticking out of them, or the place where the chuck of dead people bone is in them (mmm, dead people), but you can point to them. It's all so clear! They say "Well, Miss Kellington, your right leg appears to be roughly seven centimeters shorter than your left limb," and I can say "Yeah, I'm with ya, doc, looks like about 7 centimeters to me." There's no possibility that you're, y'know, subconciously faking it to get attention, with bones.
Okay, end rant.
I could keep it in my closet.
The specialists will have to live under the bed.
It's not that I'm ill, and I've been vaguely worried for awhile that people will start looking at me as a hypochondriac, but dammit, it's getting annoying.
Woke up yesterday in my stifling hot room with a heat rash. From the neck up I itched like crazy, and was all blotchy. I managed not to itch my face, and today it's only on my neck. It has been bloody hot...but I had a similar thing happen (not quite as extremem) a month or to ago. Also, the itchy-neck persists today at the library, where there is AC - enough to set off my reynauds fingers! DAHHH! I should not have adverse reactions to heat and cold at the same time!
Of course, it's not nearly as bad as the urticaria of a few years back - I just keep reminding myself of that. And if anyone thinks I'm being a hypochondriac about that, you can ask
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Now, I have to do as Kiyoko said - "WHen you scratch, do not itch!" "You look rike domestic viorence!"
I shouldn't waste time complaining about these minor ills, but rashes and such are so wishy-washy. Most of my prior medical experience has been with bones. You know where you are, with bones. You can point to them. Sometimes you can point to the large bits of metal sticking out of them, or the place where the chuck of dead people bone is in them (mmm, dead people), but you can point to them. It's all so clear! They say "Well, Miss Kellington, your right leg appears to be roughly seven centimeters shorter than your left limb," and I can say "Yeah, I'm with ya, doc, looks like about 7 centimeters to me." There's no possibility that you're, y'know, subconciously faking it to get attention, with bones.
Okay, end rant.
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Date: 2006-06-28 12:07 am (UTC)From: