Over the weekend before we left Germany, I got some sort of a bite on my left heel. It was far too cold for mosquitoes, but it resembled a mosquito bite.
The day before we left, this started to develop into a rash. The rash spread up my legs. I started to wonder if there had been a change to the formula of my detergent.
By the time we got to Charleston, I was a wreck. The rash was now on my arms and legs. I was convinced it was something horrible. I'd dealt with "worst case scenario" before and was in a panic. I launched an all out offensive.
I went to the Doc-In-The-Box in Charleston. Without actually doing any tests or really looking at it for more than a few seconds, he confirmed my fears and gave me a prescription. However, he only gave me enough for myself. If it was what I feared, then I needed enough for the whole family.
I spent my entire time in Charleston panicky, upset and with a very decided lack of enjoyment. I'm sure I was making everyone nuts. But, hey. If you're gonna go down, why not take the whole world with ya? (KIDDING!)
The good news was that the medication did NOTHING for the rash. Meaning...the "OHMYGOD WORST CASE SCENARIO ALERT!!!!" was completely unfounded. Yes, I still had a rash, but now instead of being panicked over it, I got to do what I do well and figure out this little puzzle.
I found out that they did, indeed, change my detergent. I also suspect that when they worked on the pipes in my building in Bamberg, they may have contaminated the water. I found a few large bits of some sort of metal impaled in my jeans that were bothering me the worst.
I changed my detergent and all was right with the world again. I have some scarring, but it is minor and I think it shall surely go away eventually. The majority of the scars? On my poor brain.
Not all the mental scarring is due to the rash, mind you. But that's for the next story...
The day before we left, this started to develop into a rash. The rash spread up my legs. I started to wonder if there had been a change to the formula of my detergent.
By the time we got to Charleston, I was a wreck. The rash was now on my arms and legs. I was convinced it was something horrible. I'd dealt with "worst case scenario" before and was in a panic. I launched an all out offensive.
I went to the Doc-In-The-Box in Charleston. Without actually doing any tests or really looking at it for more than a few seconds, he confirmed my fears and gave me a prescription. However, he only gave me enough for myself. If it was what I feared, then I needed enough for the whole family.
I spent my entire time in Charleston panicky, upset and with a very decided lack of enjoyment. I'm sure I was making everyone nuts. But, hey. If you're gonna go down, why not take the whole world with ya? (KIDDING!)
The good news was that the medication did NOTHING for the rash. Meaning...the "OHMYGOD WORST CASE SCENARIO ALERT!!!!" was completely unfounded. Yes, I still had a rash, but now instead of being panicked over it, I got to do what I do well and figure out this little puzzle.
I found out that they did, indeed, change my detergent. I also suspect that when they worked on the pipes in my building in Bamberg, they may have contaminated the water. I found a few large bits of some sort of metal impaled in my jeans that were bothering me the worst.
I changed my detergent and all was right with the world again. I have some scarring, but it is minor and I think it shall surely go away eventually. The majority of the scars? On my poor brain.
Not all the mental scarring is due to the rash, mind you. But that's for the next story...
To Be Continued...
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