My case of eczema

Before i plunge headlong into some of the darkest days of my life, i would first like to quote something one of my wise friend once said to me, Yesterday is History, Tomorro is a Mystery, Today is a Gift. Thats why it is called Present.

The past 6 months was almost hell for my life. First of all, eczema the condition i didn’t know i have only until recently is quite commonly known to others as a case of sensitive skin, that when affected by heat, environment humidity, stress or food allergy etc will then become unbeareably itchy, lastly resulting in redness and deep ugly lesions on the skin.

There are 2 ways to treat eczema, you can choose to go to a western doctor, either that or the slow way, through chinese medicine. In my case, ignorance is not bliss, because faced with this dilemma, i really didn’t now which is the best way to go about it. So first i went to a normal GP, who gave me some pills and some expensive topical cream to apply. Mind you this was highly recommended by word of mouth and he also has a cert in dermatology. But nothing really did work for me. i was at a loss and suffering a whole lot cos the itching got quite bad. So my mom went to ask around from her work place and this bugger, i mean…this very kind soul who recommended to her a very good chinese skin doctor in town, who makes his medicine from herbs, who was my very second best chance at healing and also the very person who prolonged my suffering for yet another gruelling 5 months. 

One step into his office, and below his brand name HEROSE is a very bold statement, THE POWER TO HEAL. My hope rocketed sky high. He said TCM(chinese medicine) is the safest and surest way to cure eczema but 2 months into taking his medicine, more and more lesions started coming out.He said yes it’s supposed to be like that, because all the toxins is expelling out of your body so more of it is supposed to be coming out.

WHAT IS THIS??
2 months down the road, i am finding trouble trying to cover up my skin problem. Another 2 months down the road, i just gave up covering it, come what may with the stares on the streets. It was the past 3 weeks that took the toll out of me. I got a really bad infection because the itching got so bad, and i’ve probably clawed way too deep into my skin that it started spreading more rapidly to other parts of my body. Soemtimes just thinking back upon the sleepless nights of clawing at my already sore and bruised skin,(don’t know how many layers i already infiltrated) i unknowingly get tears forming at backs of my eyes. Because deep down i knew the more i scratched at it, the more the bacteria will spread on, and the harder it will be for me to cure, but the itch is just so intense, it goes straight to your brain and you are jsut blind to everything else. It basically takes all of my will power to just stop one scratch.

6 months into his medicine and still nothing got better, in fact everything only became worst, i was seriously done with it. Went to a nearby GP to get antibiotics for the infection last week and the doctor was seriously stunned by my condition and how it could have gotten to such a bad state. She referred me to A&E at the town hospital, where a proper skin specialist there will attend to my condition the next morning before the infection goes into my blood. 

Seriously why did i suffer so much more? So many nights i really just wanted to give up on everything. Corticosteriods and antibiotics could’ve cured me in 3 days but i had to choose the long way around. I’ve also checked on the internet, short term usuage of corticosteriods is not harmful to the body at all. So right now i’m on the proper path to healing and i’m a happy girl. My last hope is for my battered skin to quickly recover. And soon this will be all forgotten and never shall be brought about again.

If u ask me from all my experience with eczema, GO to a proper skin dermatologist in a hospital and use the English method i repeat an english doctor to solve this because TRUST ME, the long way isn’t going to do you any good at all.

Life is short, just curb it don’t prolong it PLS.

To Aunty florence

I had wanted to write about my great aunt 62, who passed away on thursday, to remember her in passing and to mark it as a day that is a great lost to this world, but i realised i just have not come to terms with it. Everything was still fine the day after u know, was in control of everything;  i started to adopt the attitude that life still goes on and all. I even amazed myself at how well i was taking it. The realisation just refuse to hit me, cos it really felt like she was going to be around and that i would still get to experience her loud and bubbly nature during our CNY gatherings. So i  really don’t know why i bawled my eyes out when i saw her body in the coffin. It seems like she was just sleeping there, so soundly that i had the urge to yell out, HEY MENG… wake up!stop sleeping already.. We had nick names for each other.We called each other ah meng. It was some joke that we cooked up during one of our oh so formal gatherings. It was only between the two of us and we had a great laugh over it. I seriously never get bored when she’s around. The silent stranger; and also the life and soul of every party. It just felt like she could sit up at any moment and say, ‘Eh got steamboat ah tonight?’ Then she would spent the whole day looking forward to it. Why do good people die young? No matter how much we complain, we still have to accept it. Am i ecaping reality?  yea, maybe. but so what if i am? Everybody takes time to heal, just that some might take longer. She really was a great person.  And i just know it will never, never be the same without her.