F'ing Eczema

This weekend, I'm suffering an eczema flare. I have to admit this was a pretty one since it's on half of my body: on my inner thighs, on my torso, back of my neck, inner elbows, my face, and behind my ears. Oh, and the back of my knees. I'm in a bit of pain. 

You know what really gets me? Making a dermatologist appointment. I started suffering on Thursday and I "should have" made an appointment that day, but then things got worse Friday that I couldn't get out of bed until noon. My usual dermatologist doesn't work on Friday and I was planning on leaving his practice anyway since he couldn't help me with my MRSA. Plus, he's about 15-20 miles away from my house, so I was already looking for a more local dermatologist. 

So I found a new dermatologist - who I kind of have second thoughts considering the possible language barrier (she went to school in Italy) and then just graduated from Emory 3 years ago. Her practice is 5 miles from my house. The earliest appointment I could get was Monday afternoon, so I've had to stick through this weekend. 

I'm just really tired of feeling dry and itchy. I desperately want to be 100% so I can live my life.

I managed to heal enough to be able to see friends for a Sunday brunch this morning. I definitely need to take it easy though and avoid sunshine like a vampire. I think I'm photo-sensitive because of the steroidal ointment. 

I gotta get through this. I almost don't care if I have to be on steroids permanently to control my eczema. I just want to feel better. My mom freaks out about prednisone pills because it increases appetite. God forbid she has an even fatter daughter. I don't think she understands how much I'm suffering. Even so, I can be on a diet to control my appetite. 

I hope my dermatologist will be able to cure me.