You can read about it here.
I’ll spare you a photograph of my own condition. It’s not so bad as the hand pictures in the wiki article, but Saturday the sole of my foot looked worse than the one pictured,and they’re calling that photo a severe case.
The first time I had it was in high school, where the bottom of my foot looked like I’d taken a leisurely stroll through a pile of crushed glass. I had to use crutches. It wasn’t diagnosed as dishidrotic excema, but dermatologist-prescribed ointments and the crutches took care of it. Three or four years ago I got a nasty case on my hand, and I thought it was poison ivy at first and treated it with soaps and chemicals to dry the skin out. I finally had to take my suppurating wound to the specialist who diagnosed it and thought it sounded like what I’d had in high school, too. Since then, I’ve fought back several cases of it on my hand, although none of them were that bad since I recognized it for what it was early on and treated it accordingly.
I did not recognize the symptoms this time and was treating it like athlete’s foot, including chemicals that, oddly, only made it feel much, much worse. On Saturday, as I
walked limped through the living room to put more chemicals on it, I found myself thinking, “Ow. The bottom of my foot hasn’t hurt like this since….. Ohhhhhh.”
Why on earth do bloggers think anybody else cares about these disgusting little personal issues, let alone the entire world of our nearest and dearest strangers in the internet world? I don’t know.
But in case you’re wondering, I am totally loving aloe vera right now. It is the most amazing stuff in the world. The FYG snipped a stem off the plant in our kitchen for me and slit it up the middle. I rubbed it on as a salve, and instantly my foot felt better than it had in a week- and the relief lasted a good three hours.
Fortunately, it’s a big plant.
And while I am confessing these nasty little personal details, let me also share that I am pretty sure I broke my second toe on the other foot a few days ago.
Gimp, meet limp.