In that I appear to have lichen (planus).
In lieu of extensive and horrible detail, let’s just say that one of the other likely diagnoses would have been scabies.
Here is the blurb from Mayo clinic website on it:
“Lichen planus is a very curious and poorly understood skin condition. Its name is descriptive in that to some it resembles a simple plant, a lichen, that grows on rocks and tree bark, whileplanus is Latin for flat.”
It leaves out the bit about how it itches enough that I am only prevented from tearing out my flesh by the realization that it STILL ITCHES when I do so.
Oh, and the rest of the time it hurts, like sunburn.
Luckily, it seems – and I will know for sure when they finish looking at the Hunk of Me they took out of my neck – as if it is caused by my blood pressure medication, which they switched off for another one.
And the new one only lists lichen as a rarely seen side effect, instead of as a side effect.
The nice dermatologist lady says the two operate on different paths, so the new one probably won’t just won’t turn around and bite me from a different direction.
So they sent me home with a new blood pressure medication.
With instructions to watch out for dizzy spells, and a mixed bag of other side effects,
And also with a prescription for gigantic amounts of prednisone (16mg X 4 = 64), with a complicated schedule of decreasing by 8 mg/week through sometime in October.
And, since I am on a new bp medication, I am to monitor m bp daily.
As in, go buy a better monitor for at home, before you go home, monitoring.
With explicit instructions to take an additional bp pill, then run to the emergency room if the numbers do anything exciting.
Because apparently the steroid stuff raises bp.
If it is indeed caused by the medication, it should go away soonish, like IN A FEW WEEKS.
Rather than in 9 to 18 months, to who knows, maybe never, which is the prognosis for the plain old, who-knows-why-people-get-it variety.
And they can tell the difference by counting the rings on the bits of me that they scooped out.
(I haz a stitch!)
I have rashes in the palms of my hands, and the soles of my feet.
Which itch, and are peeling, and have little open sores.
And basically anywhere you can think of where the skin is thin, or touches other skin.
Consider that a moment, yep, there too. And there.
I wonder whether trees itch.