An Itchy Struggle
It started off with one itch, it progressed to a burn. My legs were on fire from itching, I could scratch through the bone and it still would not have been sated. I was in the back seat of my mom's car, it was late at night and we were headed to the mall to buy my sister's friend a birthday gift. Birthday gifts were the last thing in my mind at that moment.
Three days later I was at the hospital, I should have gone sooner. I was not allowed inside due to the fear that it could be a contagious rash, so they had a doctor come outside to see me.
"Hello, let's see what you have here"
"I don't think it's contagious, my family's been fine"
"Oh, that doesn't look too good! Wow! How long has it looked like that?"
"Three days I think?"
"Wow." …show more content…
It was roughly 9 a.m. It had smelled very strongly of citronella, a mosquito repellant plant; the smell made me feel nauseous. The doctor very vaguely informed he did not know what
the rash was, and sent me home with a couple of medications that did not work. The rash ascended from my calves, it crept up my thighs, torso, and arms, thankfully it stopped at the base of my neck. I returned to the same hospital, to a different doctor. He too, had no idea what to make of it; this seemed to become a pattern.
For the next few months, I was flitting in and out of various doctor's clinics. At one office they took a biopsy of my skin and sewed it up, it was my first time to have stitches. It was very fascinating at the time, seeing my skin pulled taught like a button up shirt, worn one size too small. The nurse pulled the stitches out too early, and the incision gaped open again, the stitches had served no
It started off with one itch, it progressed to a burn. My legs were on fire from itching, I could scratch through the bone and it still would not have been sated. I was in the back seat of my mom's car, it was late at night and we were headed to the mall to buy my sister's friend a birthday gift. Birthday gifts were the last thing in my mind at that moment.
Three days later I was at the hospital, I should have gone sooner. I was not allowed inside due to the fear that it could be a contagious rash, so they had a doctor come outside to see me.
"Hello, let's see what you have here"
"I don't think it's contagious, my family's been fine"
"Oh, that doesn't look too good! Wow! How long has it looked like that?"
"Three days I think?"
"Wow." …show more content…
It was roughly 9 a.m. It had smelled very strongly of citronella, a mosquito repellant plant; the smell made me feel nauseous. The doctor very vaguely informed he did not know what
the rash was, and sent me home with a couple of medications that did not work. The rash ascended from my calves, it crept up my thighs, torso, and arms, thankfully it stopped at the base of my neck. I returned to the same hospital, to a different doctor. He too, had no idea what to make of it; this seemed to become a pattern.
For the next few months, I was flitting in and out of various doctor's clinics. At one office they took a biopsy of my skin and sewed it up, it was my first time to have stitches. It was very fascinating at the time, seeing my skin pulled taught like a button up shirt, worn one size too small. The nurse pulled the stitches out too early, and the incision gaped open again, the stitches had served no