I went to medical school apparently.
In my dreams.
Well actually last night I dreamt I was in a Kindergarten classroom again, teaching kids to read. Except they weren't kids, they were 60 year old men.
Anyhoo...I'm a doctor.
A real doctor diagnosed my psoriasis 4 years ago.
Just that word makes me cringe.
It's such a weird word too...I mean, silent P?
So my scalp has more snow on it than the Alps and 4 years ago I got a prescription for some medicine for my scalp and for my skin.
It worked really well, but like everything else in my medical world...the insurance sucked and the Rx's were through the roof.
One large tube of Dovenex cream...THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS.
May as well be ONE MILLION DOLLARS a la Dr. Evil!
The stuff for my scalp, about $75 a month.
So 2 years later I haven't gotten back to the derm because it's an hour away, so I have no new meds, and alas, the snowy shoulders.
Plus, my hair is jet black so it's completely obvious.
So I buy Scalpacin to tame the annoying itch 3 times a month but it does little else for the flaking.
I'm painting such a hideous portrait of myself, no?! That's just my scalp too.
So yesterday I drove an hour to see my dermatologist.
Marking his words, "the sun is psoriasis' best friend." so I have doctor's
After some scalp oil, a Rx, and in between treatments-Neutrogena T-Gel shampoo, I smell like the La Brea Tar Pits.
I liked it better when I was the doctor, *sigh.*