When I was starting high school my sweet but harried dermatologist counselled me about career paths for someone such as myself who is afflicted with moderately severe atopic eczema. No hair styling was in my future, no professional cleaning (scary chemicals in both), think twice about health services (lots of hand washing), and beware of “dusty” professions (like historian, researcher, or art conservator).
I’m pretty pleased with where my career went in the meantime, with only some dustiness which was outweighed by fun for the most part. In the meantime too, my eczema has behaved rather well. Oh sure, some flare ups here and there when I did some stupid things like get dusty (tis true) or allowed spicy or lanolin-y things to contact me, rubbed my face with new nail polish, or dreamed too big and tried to act all normal (ie: not moisturizing multiple times of the day and preferably after dampening my body in some manner or another or forgetting my Reactine/Benedryl before venturing out into the pollen-y country air). Overall, though, the past 7 years have been pretty smooth, in terms of sailing and skin.
Ever since I moved in with my Beloved, though… oh my. Our semi-finished basement (seriously, one part is like a creepy burial ground and it’s just beyond the washing machine… scary, very scary) has that delightfully musty odor one usually attempts to wash off fantastic Value Village finds. And to further indicate we’ve got a mold issue which exacerbates my mold allergies, two of my favorite fur hats were found growing things. THINGS!!!
For the love of all that is good and holy, i want to eradicate mold. I know it gives us good things like penicillin (yes, I’m allergic to that too) but it’s got no place in the house of a relatively tidy and clean couple. None at all! Other than these THINGS our place is fantastic and I’m feeling like it’s home more and more now that I’ve settled in fully. My skin begs for sweet relief though. I’m thinking tranquilizers since Benedryl seems to be taking its good old time kicking in these days. I got all cocky last night, saying to the Darling “I’m not really that itchy tonight.” As Dr. Sheldon Cooper once said, “There are no heroes in the fight against dermatitis.” Wise words. I really need to remember them… at least until we move next…in a few years. Housing bubble… burst away!
So I’ve been up since 5 am, when I was woken by my own painful scratching. Cotton gloves, once my friend and ally when I was engaged in more dusty ventures, are no match for my vigorous nighttime scratching. Aveeno… powder of the gods! Aveeno Eczema Cream…moisturizer of the gods! A good cry and a wash-cloth-protected-itch-marathon later, I was somewhat comfortably reading on the couch, where I dozed till my Sweet woke up and graciously washed my hair so as to protect my raw mitts from further agony. That, dear friends, is Love. Comfort and compassion and stepping up to the plate in your partner’s worst moments and this has certainly been a hard time for my poor little self (and my Sweet).
We’ll see how tonight goes as so far (knock on wood) I’ve been managing to get through the day with some more moisturizing, medicating, and intermittent crying. If it’s another horror show in the morning, I’m heading straight to the campus clinic. Yo, Stiefel… thanks for putting a kink in my Prevex B supply, by the way!
And here’s to the comp arriving in less than a week. If I can handle this motha-fluffin affliction, I can take you on too!