I finally saw the dermatologist on Monday afternoon. As I had been told to expect, her initial assessment of my problem was dry skin, and she gave me some guidelines of minimal value to me as a diagnosis. When I showed her the fiber samples I had brought, still attached to skin from the wounds, she said they looked like regular clothing fibers. I asked her if all umpteen thousand of us were wearing red pants one day — perfectly seriously, and I stuck with it until she answered me that she just didn’t know.
She suggested that I see a psychiatrist. I told her I didn’t think there were bugs under my skin, and she had just seen the fibers which, whether she believed it or not, came from under my skin. I wasn’t and am not delusional. She backed off a little, and then told me that a psychiatrist should be able to give me something to stop me scratching. She was talking about atavan, Xanax, and Klonopin, which finally pissed me off enough to interrupt her. I told her that depression, not anxiety was my diagnosis, and that I would not take drugs to slow me down and dull my mind.
One good thing: she never lost her patience, and listened to my reason for saying things like those above. Finally, she said that I had dry skin, that I needed a mild sedative, and that I should see a shrink.
She walked out, and by the time I got to the checkout desk, I was a little angry. I told the nurse that I wanted to see the doctor again — eventually she came back in the room. I looked her in the eye and said, “So you’ve told me what this isn’t. I want to know what it is, so we are going to do some testing.” We discussed biopsy; by this time she was getting frustrated, but I stuck to my guns. They made me wait in the waiting room for about 1 1/2 hours, and then called me back into the room. I showed her some fresh spots that I hadn’t scratched, and she took out a plug of skin, including those three spots.
The biopsy was painless; reminds me of when the dentist pulled my tooth. I laid on the table, and suddenly the job was over. No healing trouble so far at the site — I haven’t touched it except to put Vaseline on the outside. Now I am on pins and needles to get the results. Till then, I am just holding on and waiting, waiting, waiting.