More than any fancy chemical drug, more than any physician on earth.

If you are suffering from Hidradenitis Suppurativa, ask your doctor about Icthyol (or Icthammol).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ammonium_bituminosulfonate

I think I can go back to life now.

I want to have sex without wondering what complications will ensue ( Read more... )

I'm tired of the shit. I'm tired of the pain. I'm tired of the endless attempts at treatment that never do any good. I'm tired of wasting time and money and hope. I'm tired of being shifted around from specialist to specialist, none of which have any fucking clue, but they put on a nice face so that I might not notice ( Read more... )

I can maybe forgive him for breaking up with me. MAYBE.
I don't even want to go into the whole story.

But the effect the grief and the stress have had on my body... not a chance.
I want to castrate the muthafucka.

I want to talk about my boyfriend ( Read more... )

On 31.10, I will be having more surgery.
It's with a local, but this time I am guaranteed they won't cut till I'm sedated and I'll be given meds to mellow me out.
Amazing what private healthcare will get you.

Things may be looking up. By next month I may be able to sit again.

Last week due to severe depression, anxiety and a self-image that had hit rock bottom, I wanted to kill myself.

I'm starting therapy on Wednesday.
For the fourth time.

The bottom of the pit ( Read more... )

YOU. ARE. SICK.
You can't go a full year without something pulled out, fixed, drained, put back together.
Because your body has stopped listening to you.
No matter how hard you try, the facts come running back at you like glue.
This was another form of admitting the fact that this thing is not going away. No matter what, I keep trying to convince ( Read more... )

I'm trying to pack my flesh into tight little corners, hide my problems carefully ( Read more... )