At the risk of permanently labeling myself as the kid on the playground who has cooties, I have to say it again–I am itching. And I know if I ever meet any of y’all in person, you won’t want to hug me or shake hands. I’ll understand. I know it can be considered TMI, and that I have talked about it here, and here, but this is getting to be just plain ridiculous. I have been dealing with this for over a year now. I have been to three doctors, one of them twice, and I still have the problem with whatever it is. I have used every over the counter itch remedy known to wo-man, three different prescription medications, and even painted some areas with nail polish to try and make it stop. I’m seriously considering bathing in household ammonia just to see if that works.
The main reason I keep talking about itching is because I have found this to be very curious, that when I talk to other women my age face to face one one on one, almost every single one of them tells me, “Oh, yeah, I had something like that before. Well, then why haven’t I heard about it? Why is it, in 2010, still such a taboo subject that we don’t communicate about things that can make us itch. Why do each one of us still have to suffer in silence, scratching the night away, searching the internet for information when we don’t even have a clue where to start?? I know it is embarrassing, because I have been embarrassed. But I want answers. I want a remedy that will work, that will somehow, magically, cause me to stop itching.
I went to the pharmacy today and got a refill of the prescription ointment that was prescribed for me in Flagstaff. I talked for a bit with the pharmacist, who told me that the medication was most often prescribed to treat a fungal infection. She suggested that I take off all my clothes and walk around in the buff some to “air it out”. So, if you come to visit, it’ll take me a minute to open the door, okay?