FourFourSeconds ago, my laptop was in a bedroom with a big, round TV.
I watched a movie, then opened a browser and began typing.
I had been looking at a few of the most common skin ailments, like eczema, psoriasis, and psorphy, when I felt a strange sensation on my right wrist.
I started to feel the sensation again.
It was a sharp, pulsating pressure that didn’t seem to go away.
I looked down and saw that my hand was swollen.
I tried to get a better look, but my hand and handkerchief were in the bathroom.
Then I realized my hand looked swollen.
My skin was covered in what looked like a blister.
It felt like someone had punched me.
It didn’t hurt, but I could feel it.
I went to the emergency room.
I needed a medical exam.
The doctors there told me it was eczematous hyperpigmentation.
The doctor prescribed a steroid cream, but it didn’t help.
It took two weeks to get the steroid cream.
A month later, I had another flare-up.
My doctor sent me to the dermatologist to have it looked at.
The next week, I received a call from my dermatologist.
He told me he was done treating my eczemi.
It’s gone, and he had to do a skin test.
I felt terrible.
I knew it was bad, but now I had to try it myself.
The dermatologist asked me if I had been in the shower.
He said he could see my skin in a mirror.
I could see that my skin had turned pink.
He didn’t tell me what the color was.
I was so shocked that I felt like crying.
I thought about the other skin conditions I had, and the feeling of having my skin covered in something, and how it was something I had never felt before.
My dermatologist said, “There’s no need to panic.”
But when I tried it myself, I was amazed at how bad it felt.
My arm felt swollen.
The skin was red.
It had a strange, metallic taste to it.
It looked like an old car bumpers.
I took my clothes off and put them in the washing machine, but they were still covered in oil.
I told the dermatology team I needed to go to the hospital.
I asked the doctor if I could stay there until they got my condition checked out.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
He asked me what I was worried about, and I told him I was scared I might die.
He explained to me that eczemia can be caused by infection.
And that I had an allergy to nail polish.
He went on to tell me that my doctor had said that he had seen a doctor who thought I was allergic to nail polishes.
I did not believe him, and it hurt so bad that I did something I have never done before.
I decided I had got to know my body and I would treat it properly.
I began using nail polish and other products that could treat eczemic hyperpigea.
I wore the nail polish to bed at night, and in the morning I washed my nails.
I would do this for a year.
I noticed a difference.
My nails became softer and smoother, and my skin looked less dry and brittle.
I didn’t feel as cold as I did before, and now I felt more confident.
I feel more comfortable when I go out.
When I was a child, I used to be shy, but after years of doing what I wanted, I started feeling more confident about myself.
It helped me see myself as a person, and not as a freak.
When my doctor saw me, he told me, “You’re doing a good job.
It looks like your skin has a chance of improving.”
I have had eczEMT for the past eight years, but this is the first time I’ve had a flare-back.
My eczEMA is an autoimmune condition.
In my family, it is often referred to as “skin cancer,” and we have seen it with other diseases.
I have seen a lot of different skin cancers over the years, and some of them have been very aggressive.
My family and I have always been careful not to let anyone know we had a disease.
We have never discussed it publicly.
I think it was because we didn’t want to reveal the truth, but we are thankful for the opportunity to have the experience.
I am grateful for the support I’ve received, and thank the doctor who treated me and the dermatologists for making me feel like I have a chance to heal.