Tag Archives: Ringworm

No worms for me!

8 Sep

After seeing four different doctors including dermatologists I found out that I did not have ringworm! I have something called pityriasis rosea. This condition is often mistaken for ringworm especially in the initial phase of it before the full rash comes in. I hate to say this but I think the doctors I saw didn’t want to listen to what I was saying since I told them I had already been diagnosed with ringworm. They heard that and didn’t want to think of anything else. I was pigeonholed as a paranoid patient and was pushed aside. This misdiagnosis has been making my life hell since July! I was¬†tired of cleaning the toilet seat every time I used the bathroom so I didn’t spread anything to my roommate, I constantly smelled of tea tree oil and the worrying was making me sick in the head. Even my very favorite doctor, my primary physician that I have been seeing since 2003 was annoyed with my paranoia. I feel slightly disappointed in him for showing his personal emotions to me over a medical condition I was coming to him with but he has helped me through far too many things to be upset forever and he is a very good Dr., a top doctor according to Philadelphia’s Top Doctors list so hopefully he wont slight me again ūüėČ ¬†…Moving right along.

So, I decided to leave Center City doctors and see a good old South Philly doctor who had time for me and I have made her my new dermatologist. Sorry, Jefferson Dermatology Associates, you are without me!

This is the herald spot that started this whole ringworm fiasco!

Herald spot, not ringworm. Phew!


Can you believe this?

So the new Dermatologist tells me there isn’t much information on this pityriasis rosea and no one really understands why but the only thing that helps it go away is sunlight. Weird.. so I say well that’s not going to work, I live in the city and pityriasis concentrates on your trunk, sometimes limbs but almost never your face. Where am I gonna get sun on my trunk in the city?

OH! That’s right… Hawaii has sunlight! and the countdown to Hawaii begins! 9 days to Hawaii!

I will be gone for 7 days and the reason I am going… is to do the Maui Marathon! hahahahah! This is funny because I am not a runner by any means and I did start training back when my two friends and I decided to do this and I was training. It was going well… and then I stopped. Basically I am not prepared and super scared to get injured and overall I think this is a bad idea. We shall see what happens.

On another note, I am really excited about this guy that I met last week. I haven’t said anything about him because I am not sure what to say or what I will ever say. I don’t know if it will go anywhere or what will happen but I feel like a small, excited, child… with a balloon. This is exactly how I have wanted to feel and one day… I will reveal to you all what that all means. Especially the feeling like a child part because this will come up often.

But for now all you shall know is that I want to feel like a small child with a balloon and the person making me feel that way is a Dr.


Song: 99 red balloons, Goldfinger





Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound

12 Aug

I’m having a Kentucky whiskey kind of night, NOT to be confused with a Tennessee whiskey kind of night because we all know those nights ended in highschool. I’m really not drinking any whiskey because a few shots of Kentucky whiskey makes me think I should have some Irish whiskey and then you know what I think don’t you, THAT I CAN DO ANYTHING. You might be thinking by now that I am an alcoholic and I would have to say, “Not anymore.”

It’s true, I am listening to Dixieland Mix on Itunes but I’m not drunk. In fact I gave up all liquor on Jan 4, 2010.

I did really well all night, that night. It was mine and my roommates sweater party. Do a little dancing like Barack Obama to Biggie Smalls, drink a lil cider. Stop there. Only! I didn’t stop there, I went over to the bar across the street from my house with some of my peeps(I never really use this word) and I asked the bartender, Charlie, What do you have that goes down real smooth?” He said, “Nothing.” Great, I responded, Jameson it is.” ¬†Haha… uh oh!

I don’t know, maybe I had the equivalent of 9 shots? I can’t be sure because I can’t remember. This was the last black out night I will ever have, If I have anything to do with it. It actually is much cheaper this way because now that I don’t drink liquor three glasses of wine and I’m drunk!

So watch the progression of the night:

Doing a lunge, which happens to be my standard pose. haha

Doing a lunge, which is a fairly routine pose for me.

That’s a fierce cheek kiss! Dang it, I don’t mess around!

When I woke up the next morning and finally found, my camera, my phone and my credit card one by one I then turned on my camera and this was the very last photo from the night.

My friends said they had to pull me outta there shortly after I started my 80’s dance moves and then got on top of the bar. What?

So moral of the story, Liquor is no friend of mine, UNLESS! I am playing the fool!

The next day was one of the hardest days to stay awake ever! Which truly sucked because the ex, Sugar, had gotten us tickets to see one of my favorite performances put on by a chinese dance theater. Look how I cleaned up though!

We are outside of one of our favorite restaurants at the time. Look how far apart we are standing… ehh

So finally, you may be wondering why I am having a whiskey night even though I am not drinking whskey or anything for that matter.

I didn’t have a wonderful day for some reason. I had a hard day at the doctor’s yesterday. He told me I do actually have to go get a colonoscopy this time. Don’t just say I’ll do it. Okay. My ringworm has gotten better in a way. The main spot is almost¬†gone, but there are about 20 other spots.

I think I may have something suppressing my immune system and that is the reason I can’t shake this fungus. Maybe it is just stress. Last week when I was talking to my Therapist she told me that in Chinese medicine, skin problems are due to grief. I accept that.

Today in therapy it was an interesting day. After seeing Therapist for 4 years, I sneezed in her office for the first time. I hold in my sneezes, you know what “they” say not to do because the pressure can damage your brain or some such nonsense. When she saw that I held in my sneeze she thought it was so telling and had perfect timing since we were talking about how I squash all of my passions including sexuality. Yes, Therapist.

I shouldn’t have talked about Eddie as an object early this morning. As just a mouth to kiss. He has squashed passions too I’m sure. He’s just as real as me. Maybe that’s the problem. I don’t want to be real. I want to be unreal. Fake. Beyond Fake.


And here is a message from one of my Dirty South remix.

“You better let somebody love you, before it’s too late.”

Is anyone out there reading this? Say hi whydontcha

Sick like a dog.

7 Aug

I have been sick, it is true. I haven’t posted, I know. ¬†I also know the saying is “sick as a dog” but I choose to say sick like a dog because once when I was washing dishes, at a restaurant, while in high school, my manager said that to me, you know, “sick like a dog” and I thought that’s not how the saying goes and then I thought why not? Why the hell not!

The ringworm has taken over my body and I can’t seem to kick it out of me. On top of that, I had a really bad aching back all last week and swollen tonsils some people like to call kissing tonsils, which I think sounds romantic. My tonsils were anything but romantic. I think I am going to share with you a photo of my ringworm just so you know how this fungus can ruin a life! Dramatic, right?

I am heading over to the ex’s apartment in a few to clean out my things. I know what you must be thinking… when did she break up with him? I know, I know, back in March. I just couldn’t get my things yet. It has been too hard. Go collect my things… ahh. Today is the day though. I don’t know what I am going to do though, because he has all of my most important things for safe keeping. MY jewelry that he bought me, my passport and everything else that is valuable. I feel like vomiting.

I was at home this past weekend picking up my cat from my mom’s and visiting with family and the ex asked if he could drive me home to the Poconos to get my cat and I said no thank you. Then I felt bad and invited him to my brother’s BBQ on Sunday which he ended up saying no to. Then! I was at my Grandma’s on Monday and Tuesday watching my little goddaughter and he asked if he could pick me up and drive me home. Is this insanity or just me? So, I said yes we would have a talk and from now on I couldn’t accept anything from him.

The real pain in the ass about this situation is that I don’t hate him. Ideally, I would like him to be in my life. Friendship is a goal, but it just hurts too much to see him. So, on Tuesday afternoon he picked me up from my Grandma’s and we went to a little country restaurant to have our FINAL breakup up conversation. Can you believe it months, later and still discussing the breakup. It is my fault really because he has wanted to know if we could get back together and I have said No, I don’t want to get back together but I can’t say it will never happen. I know that is confusing but I am just not strong enough to say NEVER. Dear god. I did say though that I want to be alone. I am alone and you are alone and we are not together and I am not working towards being together. It was really hard to say but we had just been in the car for an hour and he complained the whole time. Not about me, although he did yell at me while I was on the phone with him at my Grandma’s, but he did complain about everything under the sun. I want to be happy, finally. I don’t want to participate in a negative life or relationship. I want to be happy and I want him to be happy. I hope he can be. I will really miss him though.

So, now I am nervous because I am going to collect my things. Uhh, I have a huge friggin’ painting at his house too. What am I going to do with that? Tie it to my back and hop on the broad street line. Damn.

In the meantime. I kissed someone. So, kill me. That’s another story.

I got worms!

23 Jul

Hah! I think that is from Joe Dirt. I am back from Maine. I was hoping to be posting regularly while I was there and as you can see that didn’t work out very well. I am going to break my Maine happenings down into a few posts but for now I wanted to talk about something else.

I have ringworm. On my breast no less! ¬†Ehh, gross. Right? Well, yes, that is gross but guess what I thought I had… Inflammatory Breast Cancer. I know you probably think I am jumping the gun but I am a bit of a paranoid person and even though I have just a red spot on my right breast as big as a quarter, I have had it for a month and at first thought it was just some dry skin. So, yesterday I get back from Maine and I decide I should have it looked at. Ok, so I have ringworm on my breast. That’s weird. I did use a public shower though and I try to never ever do that. Ringworm is not so bad though out of all of the things that I could contract, right?

So, what do you care about ringworm? You don’t. Well, you may but let’s talk about breast cancer instead.

Many people have never heard of¬†Inflammatory Breast Cancer.¬†¬†It is important to learn about this type of cancer if you don’t already know because it doesn’t have the same warning signs we are told to watch for. Most women are taught to do self breast exams and check for lumps. With¬†inflammatory¬†breast cancer there is no mass. Some symptoms could be redness, swelling, sensation of warmth and tenderness.

I am not in the medical field at all so I am not going to pretend that I can educate you properly on this but I urge you to look into it yourself if you don’t already know about it or ask your doctor. ¬†It is a very aggressive form of cancer and is often mistaken for contact dermatitis. So, you could think you are having an allergic reaction to something here you may have breast cancer. I know it is not that simple, but I also know there are people who put there health and well being on the back burner and I urge you not to do that. I just thought I would put this out there since this is what was going through my head while I was trying to work and hike in Maine.

Yeah, ringworm is not so glamorous but at least I know I can treat it with some cream. I thought the redness, itching and aching was the beginning of IBC and now I know that it is not.



Comparison of conditions

I hope this is not to graphic for all of you out there in reader land and I hope that bringing this up will help educate some people out there who have never heard of it.

Now that I have posted that I guess I will go to the pharmacy and pick up my cream.

Also, at some point I should talk about how I don’t want to get diabetes and what I should do about that ūüė¶