Topical Steroid Withdrawal (TSW)

I’m just discovering that my horrible skin condition is caused by Topical Steroid withdrawal (and mb from years of oral steroids too), NOT necessarily my atopic eczema.

I am so scared. According to my research, it could take months to recover. I’m beside myself. I’m in so much pain, it’s hard to move, I can’t sleep and itch every second of the day. 

I want to be positive about things, but it’s hard when you’re in agony… SO, I’m going to make changes. I’m going gluten, grain, soy free, and dairy free (which is a little hard for a vegetarian!). The diet seems hard, but if it will help me get over this faster I am determined to do it. I think I’ve got my Mother on board, but she hasn’t lended me much support emotionally or otherwise in the past, but… She says she wants to help, so I’m going to let her.

I CAN DO THIS. I THINK I CAN. I just have to stay focused and have hope. If anyone else is dealing with this, or has dealt with this in the past, PLEASE message me or contact me. I’d love to hear stories. I have Skype, so if anyone is interesting in talking about it, let me know.

Lastly, here are some photos of me before, in the middle and after:

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In the first one Methotrexate seemed to be working for me. My skin was mostly clear, a few spots here and there. My feet were okay but cracked and a little rashy. In the second one, I started off with little pustules on my skin before a rash started creeping in. The last one, I’m covered in vaseline. My neck hurts to move, my face, wrists, knees and ankles are swollen! I have a horrendous amount of weeping. It really feels like I’ve been burned to a crisp. It’s slowly creeping on my back and stomach. My legs aren’t that bad now, but my feet are a disaster. They’re cracked, rashy and really dry. I walk on tip-toes to avoid ripping the cracks!

Also, I found this website really helpful:  http://www.itsan.org

I apologize for not knowing how to do links.

bossanovabyss:

Day After Day AU, pt. 23
↳ Remember when

When they returned to London—alternate London, that is, in the universe they would both now call home—the Doctor didn’t begin work at Torchwood immediately.

There were a lot of technicalities to be sorted out, first, like what his “human” name would be for paperwork, different ID cards, employee record verification—all things that required time and patience, and nothing the Doctor was in any hurry to finish, if it kept him out of Torchwood. For that reason, he had the days mostly to himself (or to himself and Tony, if he deigned to help Jackie, Pete, and the staff out by babysitting the rambunctious toddler), and mostly only saw Rose on her lunch break, when she’d meet him for coffee and chips.

That day, then, was a day like any other. They met at a small chippy not too far from Torchwood Tower, one that was, if the Doctor’s memory served, actually very similar to the one they’d stopped at after they witnessed the death of the Earth, oh so very long ago. They talked about how their day had been up until that point; the Doctor told her how Tony had clung to his legs when he’d been dropped off at his playgroup, not wanting to leave, and Rose told him how she and Martha had played a little prank on one of the new temps, someone named Owen that had tried hitting Martha up for a date before she’d even finished giving her name. But although Rose had a longer lunch break than most due to her higher station, it came to an end all too soon, and Rose stood up to leave, grabbing one of the few remaining chips out of his hand before she leaned in for a kiss.

"See you later, okay?" she said, and turned to the door with a smile. The Doctor studied the empty chip basket for a moment, brushing his tongue along the inside of his teeth as he debated whether or not to say it, before he finally blurted:

"Not if I see you first." 

Rose stopped dead in her tracks and turned, and the Doctor massaged one of his warming ears, trying to feign nonchalance as he saw the recognition cross her face. Rose knew that he was still him—there was never any arguing about that, never any lingering uncertainty. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the look on her face in those moments he reminded her—the slow curve of her lips, the way her eyes lit up just so in a way that told him her heart was beating a little faster. He was still him, she was still her, and these moments—these little inside jokes and references that no one but them would ever understand—made everything in the entire parallel world completely and utterly worth it.

You realize that everything the police are doing in Ferguson is carefully calculated, right? They’re purposely turning peaceful protests into riots. They’re purposely committing violence to incite violence. From saying ‘We won’t be answering 911 calls,’ which is a very clever way to set themselves up to be able to say, ‘We were afraid for our safety - any call could really be an ambush, our lives were in danger’ right down to the camouflage and the military tanks and wearing more body armor than a soldier in a war zone. Its exactly why they’re going for a media blackout - yet allowing certain photos through - they WANT you to see their tanks. They want you to see their riot gear. They WANT you to see a war-zone. They’re trying to sell the world the idea that this community is inherently and constantly a source of violence and turmoil - they want you to think that they [the police] are being attacked daily in a place so vicious they need full body armor. You know why? Because then, at the end of the day, you might just be able to believe the story they’re going to spin. They’re going to tell you that this (white) officer goes to work in this war zone every day - that he spends every working moment in constant fear for his life. They’re going to tell you that Michael Brown attacked this officer. And then they’re going to bring up everything that has happened in the aftermath and try to use it to convince you that he shot that little boy because he was afraid for his life. They’re setting up a defense. You mark my words, they’re trying to set up a defense.

My mom’s take on what’s going on in Ferguson (via actualbanshee)

Your mom isn’t wrong. That’s why it’s so important to keep the signal going. Too many are silenced with lies and fear and if they cannot speak then we have to do it for them.

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theepunkerchick:

bloodonhisfangs:

joshmosh415:

I can never stop posting this. The narrow minded bible fanatics that just look at one small thing in the bible then feed the world with their hate over it. At the same time they ignore all the other silly laws made by man they claimed were made by god. These gif’s say it all.

Exactly!

Omg this was best post I’ve seen today, I will never scroll by this. EVER

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