Yuck. I have been dealing with this skin thing, this condition I’ve been calling “mange” for about a month.
It started out as some bumps on my neck and chest that looked like a swarm of mosquitoes had descended on me in my sleep. But the bumps didn’t itch, they were just bumps.
A few days later there were more – then they started to spread. A few on my chest, a few on my upper back, one on my leg. Again, not itchy.
Bedbugs, one person said. Hives, said another. Allergic reaction, thought my husband. I boiled my sheets and pillow cases, threw out my lotion and slathered on calamine to be sure.
They were going away (or so I thought). The next week I put on a very cute sundress for my daughter’s 8th grade graduation. I turned to get a back view and was horrified. My entire back was covered in bumps. Some fleshy colored, some kind of scabby looking. Oh. My. God. I had mange.
The next day I made an appointment with my doctor. I went in and she took one look at my back, arms and neck, assured me it wasn’t bug bites or bedbugs. It was called pityriasis rosea, a common skin rash that leads to these horrible-looking bumps. That was the good news. The bad news was that there’s no cure or treatment and these suckers would be around for a while. At least 4-6 weeks; and that’s a conservative estimate. I’ve read (WebMD is both a blessing and a curse) that it can take up to 6 months for it to go away. And apparently, it just goes away, vanishes. Poof.
Because I’m a horribly vain person, I’m really bothered by my spots. I feel the need to explain to, well everyone what’s going on. It’s a bummer, to say the least. Especially since it’s summer and I have a whole lotta sundresses just waiting to be worn.
So I got to bed hoping I’ll wake up one morning and be pleasantly surprised with clear skin. Until then, I’ve got “mange”…
Now go run!