Stage 1: The Biatch
Red spots appear on my belly. I wait for the rash to go away. But it spreads to my back. I go to the doctor. Diagonosis - Pityriasis Rosea. "Just wait for it to go away, it'll disappear itself, no scars. 3 weeks to 6 months". 6 months?? What the fook? I have a date in 2 days!
I see her for 3 months and she has me on regular medication. It seems to get better. But then it comes back worse.
Curveball: Diagnosis was wrong. The meds are steroids and messes up my hormones. Each appointment, every 2-3weeks, costed about $60, only to make it worse.
Stage 2: The Others
I am sent to the polyclinic to get a referral for the skin centre. The doctor's jaw drops when he sees my meds. He calls a senior doctor. I am instructed to ease off the meds asap. I am terrified.
Curveball: Appointment is set for mid February, 3 months away.
I have a cold and see my regular doctor who usually has no expression. His eyes are wide open and he is at the edge of his seat.
Curveball: The steroids are 4x the normal dosage and lasted too long. Side effects have given me crazy food cravings and a 'moonface'. Now I'm being fattened and the one exercise I like - swimming- is no longer an option as I am to avoid the sun, chlorine and scaring people out of pools.
I have a ridiculously high fever and go to see the trusted family doctor of the ENTIRE family clan, on New Year's Eve. He is expensive but all-wise.
Curveball: He says "When u find out what it is, let me know". Classic. He says no milk, no juice.
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