This morning was my long-awaited appointment with the dermatology specialist. My skin issues are pretty much resolved so there wasn’t much for him to look at, but I wanted to meet with him so I would be an established patient. This way I’ll never have another skin issue for as long as I live. If I had cancelled the appointment, however, I would have ended up with some other funky dermal malady, most likely starting tomorrow, and I’d have to wait another three months to see him.
If you don’t already know, I won’t bore you with the details of my skin problems, but you can read about some of it here if you’re so inclined.
Todd was with me and we both liked the doctor. He was very nice and very thorough. He had my records from the regular dermatologist, but we went over everything I’ve dealt with since December. He then examined me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Literally.
Between his examination, the history I gave him and the pathology reports he had in front of him he came up with nothing. That’s not entirely true. He came up with a few things all my problems could have been, but nothing definitive. Which is fine. I didn’t expect him to say, “Ah! But of course! You have been suffering with hyperdermalplasticiamitis.” Most likely we’ll never know what all my blisters and rashes and lesions were caused by. It could be they were all related and it could be three separate things. Who knows?
But, as I said, I am established now and if any of this strange stuff pops up again I can get in right away.