Rashy

While I was on the phone with a girl in our other office, I pulled up my pant leg to scratch an itch.   To my surprise, my legs were COVERED in red bumps.  Similar to what I discovered on my arms the day before but much, much worse.   My arms breaking out in hives is normal when I have had 8 mimosas at a Saturday brunch but whilst sober - rare to never.   So, I had minor panic attack while the girl I was talking to tried to diagnose me to freak me out even more.  I hung up on her and immediately called my dermatologist - she is on vacation for two weeks.   Awesome.  After calling 5 places, I found someone (that came highly recommended) who would see me the same day (yesterday) and my nerves were calmed some.   About 8 seconds after meeting with Doc, she makes me feel like a COMPLETE MORON for being there.   I am sorry - poll 30 people and see who would pick their GP over a dermatologist.   I promise I win.  You see because I had felt feverish the few nights before, I should have known going to a dermatologist for a skin rash was stupid.  No doy.   Apparently, it is not common but sometimes a viral infection can cause a skin rash.  Damn, I am an idiot for not knowing that.  WedMD didn't even tell me that.   When I asked Doc if I should then go to a GP instead, she was like - "Uh no, I wouldn't."   So the moral of the story is that I should have done nothing.  Next time you find yourself covered from head to toe in bumps - do nothing.  I dare you.  

If she would have conveyed her message better she would have said that I was a moron for not going to the GP after feeling feverish for 4-5 nights in a row.  I hate going to the doctor and usually try the trusty wait it out method when I don't feel well (which is not very often at all).   Now, if my GP was as hot as my dentist - I would be there for a hangnail but he is not.   But visible skin problems will get me to a doctor no matter what they look like.   My diagnosis was to do nothing and she could give me no indication on whether or not I could bare skin in my dress this weekend at the wedding of one of my dear friends where every single guy I knew in college will be (holy run on sentence).  Sweet.   So, if any of you could find me a long sleeve, ankle-lengthened dress that does not look like a nun's costume before tomorrow, I would greatly appreciate it. 

What the doctor did do is talk about the laser treatment that I should do on my face to get rid of tiny broken blood vessels?   Really?  You are going to try to sell me some cosmetic dermatology while all I can do is hope that maybe the rash will just grow so it will look like a sun burn.   No thanks.   She prescribed me some acne cream for my back - WTF?   Am I being punked?   And then on the way out - the nurse handed me some samples and said you might want to use it on your face too.  GEEZ.   I have one blemish on my face - one.   And it is tiny.   Uncalled for nursey-nurse.  

Needless to say, I didn't leave feeling at the top of my game.   What I learned is that I am a rashy idiot that not only has acne but also back-ne.   Awesome.  I bet I am the hit of the wedding.