Health Boards
Sun-09-06-2013, 13:41 PM
Day 6
Psoriasis score has jumped to 26.
My feet are pretty useless and very painful now.
Hands are bubbling nicely and I can feel it itching and bubbling on my scalp.
Patches forming on my upper legs and I now have crater buttocks.
The pustules are erupting in my inner thighs and across my caesarian (sp?) scar.
The big toe and little toe on my right foot are now yellow and tender and are being pushed forward. These were the first two nails I lost during my worst outbreak.
I am, frankly, in a bit of a mess.
Only two more days until my appointment thank god.
I was forced to take a sleeping pill just so I could get some rest. Sleep deprivation really does make things appear bleaker than they are. I'm also lucky that my O/H had the weekend off and has been supplying me with bowls of lukewarm water, making sure I eat and helping me in and out of the bath.
Water feels like battery acid at the moment.
It's been an endless round of foot soaking, moisturising, occluding and sun chasing. Oh, and keeping my sanity. Thank goodness for books, although reading academic books on Victorian Madhouses may not be a particularly uplifting choice.
Mood - Reasonable (sometimes dipping in and out of 'fed up')
Comfort Level - Reasonable (as long as I don't move too much)
Sense of Humour - Still there (but bordering on gallows humour at times)
My O/H is going to take pics for me later today. They wont be pretty.
Psoriasis score has jumped to 26.
My feet are pretty useless and very painful now.
Hands are bubbling nicely and I can feel it itching and bubbling on my scalp.
Patches forming on my upper legs and I now have crater buttocks.
The pustules are erupting in my inner thighs and across my caesarian (sp?) scar.
The big toe and little toe on my right foot are now yellow and tender and are being pushed forward. These were the first two nails I lost during my worst outbreak.
I am, frankly, in a bit of a mess.
Only two more days until my appointment thank god.
I was forced to take a sleeping pill just so I could get some rest. Sleep deprivation really does make things appear bleaker than they are. I'm also lucky that my O/H had the weekend off and has been supplying me with bowls of lukewarm water, making sure I eat and helping me in and out of the bath.
Water feels like battery acid at the moment.
It's been an endless round of foot soaking, moisturising, occluding and sun chasing. Oh, and keeping my sanity. Thank goodness for books, although reading academic books on Victorian Madhouses may not be a particularly uplifting choice.
Mood - Reasonable (sometimes dipping in and out of 'fed up')
Comfort Level - Reasonable (as long as I don't move too much)
Sense of Humour - Still there (but bordering on gallows humour at times)
My O/H is going to take pics for me later today. They wont be pretty.