It’s been a few weeks now since I saw the specialist about my psoriasis. As I wrote in my last blog, I was in a right state – much of my body was red raw and I couldn’t put on my usual deodorant. Showering was a necessary evil and my confidence was taking a battering.
I was both excited and apprehensive about my appointment. I know psoriasis can’t be cured (I’m hopeful for the future) but having never known my psoriasis to be so bad, I was sceptical about treatment. My Cerebral Palsy was also making things difficult. Applying creams is difficult for me and I was upset about being so reliant on hubby. I was praying the consultant would understand this when considering my treatment plan – more on this in a moment.
After thoroughly examining me, the consultant explained that my level of psoriasis was “moderate”. Of course though, she totally understood that it didn’t feel that way to me. As I had already told her the creams I had been using, she explained that these were quite general creams for a number of skin conditions so it wasn’t surprising that they were no longer having an effect.
Risk analysis of different treatments
Here’s where I was hoping she’d recommend medication or injections. I thought this would be much easier for me to manage. Unfortunately, it’s not that straightforward. These treatments, whilst very successful, come with a number of risks and would require a number of tests before I could even be considered.
Instead, I would need to exhaust other treatments. So the consultant prescribed a number of new creams and assured me of her confidence in them. I must admit, I was gutted. I’d still be reliant on Dean and if I’m honest, I was very sceptical.
Winning the battle
I’m pleased to say I couldn’t have been more wrong. After just one day – no word of a lie – I had already stopped itching and that was half the battle. As I wasn’t scratching, the skin had time to heal. The red raw blotches quickly receded and less than 3 weeks on, there’s parts of my body that are now completely clear of it. I’m now at the point where I can manage it independently again.
That’s not to say that it won’t flare again but now I have hope that it can be controlled and perhaps even kept in remission. Main thing is, I’m smiling again and looking forward to summer once more!