After seeing five doctors over the last two and a half months I’ve finally been diagnosed. They say I have dermatitis. According to the online Merck Medical Manual, “Dermatitis (eczema) is an inflammation of the upper layers of the skin, causing itching, blisters, redness, swelling, and often oozing, scabbing, and scaling.” In other words, I have red itchy bumps.
I’m torn between feeling glad I don’t have a hideous disease and angry at the vague diagnosis. Actually, if truth be told I am very angry about the situation. I’m trying to look on the bright side and be glad that I don’t have Lyme Disease, Lupus or any of the other horrors I read about on the Internet. I’m not there yet. I’m stuck in sarcastic mode. “I have red itchy bumps from an undisclosed origin? Really? Over the last ten weeks that thought NEVER occurred to me!”
Currently I don’t have any outbreaks and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’m done with whatever this was.