The Beginning of the End: Of Steroid Shots and Other Things

Sometime later today (now that it's 12:54 AM), I'll be moving back to my home away from home. The last time I'll ever move into a room on the little campus I've called home for the past 3 1/2 years. I still can't believe it's been that long. It's...scary, awesome, and unbelievable, really.

To be honest, I've not done much since my first entry this year. I worked at my part-time job for 15-20 hours a week. I read a lot. I slept in, made door tags for my residents, saw friends and family. It was nice to just relax and have no classes to go to, bulletin boards to make, or deadlines to meet.

Kudos if you got the reference to
Lost in the title of this entry.

I'm still not all the way packed for my trip back to school. I have a few loads of laundry taunting me while I write this. A few last things to put in my mom's car.

And a last doctor's visit. I finally went to see an actual doctor yesterday (Monday). (Don't take this to mean I've never seen an actual doctor. It's just that I've been seeing a pediatrician up until this point.) Lately, my eczema has been flaring up. A lot. Usually I can get it under control with some Aveeno cream, but that didn't seem to be helping.

I've never really pinned down the cause of the eczema. I know I get flares when I'm stressed, but I've not been stressed at all lately. So, I finally saw my parents' doctor about it. And it was an adventure to say the least. Because it was my first visit, I had to fill out what seemed like a 500 page autobiography (really, just 5 pages of medical history, my SSN about 17 times, my father's work information twice, and what I plan on naming my first grandchild. Or so it seemed.)

"Live Long and Prosper."

Anyhow. My (new) doctor is definitely a character. For some reason, he reminds me of Leonard Nimoy. Even though he was wearing cowboy boots, a black scrubs shirt, and jeans. Seriously. It amused me.

So, after the quickest diagnosis on the planet, he said four things to me...
1) Go see a dermatologist (yay! I've been waiting for a referral forever).
2) Take Allegra daily to help ease the itching (sounds reasonable).
3) Get some blood work done (been there, done that a bunch.)
4) You're getting a shot (wait, what?).

So, long story short, I got a steroid shot. He said it should help for about a month. All I know is that my arm still hurts. >.<

...Well, it's now 1:17 AM. I get to have my blood work done in the AM (meaning in 6 hours because it's a fasted blood work and I am so thirsty right now...), so good night/morning, dear readers. I hope my next post isn't as delayed as this one has been.