The Perpetual Itching Angela continues . . .

I still like my dermatologist even though I still think she’s spastic. I mean, last week I took my oldest son to see her for a follow-up for his own “dermatological issues,” and in walks our doctor dressed from head to toe (okay, maybe just neck down) in purple. Purple knitted dress. Purple tights. Purple high-heels. She’s young. She’s cute. She can get away with that, though I don’t think anyone else could.

Man, can that girl talk! She obviously has a ton to say, just like my last visit,  so most of the time I just nod and listen. Maybe I’m just getting old so all chatty young girls annoy me. I don’t know. So this second time seeing her (though not for myself) completely verified what I knew all along—Dr. Amy is kinda nuts. But that’s okay. I’m willing to give her a chance.

Anyway, I am four weeks into the search for the “Perpetual  Itching Angela” cure.  (Check out the 1/5/11 blog).  Dr. Amy took me off the prescription cream my previous doctor gave me and told me to take Zyrtec twice a day (twice the daily dosage), lather myself in moisturizing lotion and to cut my nails short.

Sounds good in theory and I have put it into practice, doing my very best. But well, it ain’t working. In fact, the itch has become worse, almost intolerable. I now have cuts, scrapes, and bruises (big bruises) from itching. I need the steroid cream! I do. I know it isn’t good for me, but I’m not sure what else to do. Oh, and by the way, the lab work came back negative. It’s not my thyroid or liver causing me to itch for the past seven years. I’m glad, but also disheartened. What the heck is it then? The mystery still goes on, dang it.

I’m hanging there, trying to make a full-blown effort to do everything my crazy doctor is suggesting. I use the moisturizing lotion. I take the Zyrtec even though it wipes me out. I think I will go back to Dr. Amy and see what she has to offer me at my next visit (in three weeks). I’m worried it’s neurological and she’s going to put me on the “crazy people pill” which takes away a person’s will to live (not literally, but makes you feel less energetic). I like my energy. I need my energy. But maybe I am crazy. No one seems to have the answer.

Actually, before the “crazy people pill” I think I will go check out a holistic doctor and see what he may have to offer me. I’m tired of itching. It would be so nice to feel comfortable in my own skin instead of wanting to tear it off all the time.

I just want to be normal! Well, as normal as I can get anyway (please don’t comment about the normal thing. I know I set you up. I get it. I do. But still).