I woke up on Tuesday last week, got undressed to take a shower, and was horrified to see huge, red, raised welts all over my thighs, the size of miniature roadkill hamsters.
Seriously, my legs looked like topographical maps of Middle Earth.
If I had not been recently diagnosed with eczema, I probably would have had a cardiac arrest.
As it was, I had a mild panic attack, because my eczema up until that point had been limited to my face and neck, so to have it spontaneously — BAM! — erupt ALL OVER my thighs was shocking, to say the least.
“Will I be miniature-roadkill-hamster-leg-woman forever?” wondered my brain. [Read more…]