Dear Psoriasis,
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| Hate you. Sorry not sorry. |
I thought we had a good thing going. I spent the last 28 years primarily ignoring you, and you me. Sometimes, I might have complained about you to the few people outside of my family that knew about you, and occasionally visited a few doctors to try and make you leave. But mostly, I just went through my life hiding you when I had to, and you coming and going as you pleased.
And that seemed to work out pretty okay for us both. I never charged you rent, and you always had a place to live with lots of yummy scalp food to chew on. Up until quite recently, I could cover you with my thick hair or layers of concealer, and you would throw obnoxious, but relatively short lived hissy fits before going on your merry way.
That said, I don't appreciate your emergence on my face, as it was not a part of a rental agreement. The polka dots speckling my eyebrows, or the somewhat pimply breakout of psoriasis on my chin and neck are not welcome.
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| Thanks for trying to hide in the freckles, though. |
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| Whoot, I love looking like I'm thirteen again. |
But not even inflaming my face was enough. Nope, now you're causing constant pain. From swollen, purple joints in my fingers, to popping and cracking joints whenever I make even the smallest of movements, to hips that won't just stay in place - my body is teeming with you. And now you have destroyed my back! The pain robs me of my sleep, confines me to just a few pairs of shoes to alleviate the back pain, stole all the hard-earned flexibility in my legs, and turned my strong core into a sad and weak mess. Thanks to you,
I am completely overrun with psoriatic arthritis, just one more exciting addition to the psoriasis of the last 28 years.
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| Here's looking at you, jerk. |
With at least one referral pending from my neurologist, and pain management injections on the horizon, I want to thank you for hammering one more nail into my coffin. And even though this chronic condition is much less insidious and much more controllable - I am tired of constantly having to battle for health. I deserve a real shot, and I will have my life. You might have taken one round, but I am going to win this war.
Psoriatic arthritis; you can screw off - your lease is up.
With love,
The Girl Who Kicked Your Butt
