Several readers have contacted me privately to ask about my ongoing health concerns. Thank you for caring enough to ask, but I have to say, your timing was a bit off. My chronic skin condition had, until recently, been in less active state. That’s not to be mistaken for remission, but at least I was fighting it to a draw.
Over the last week, it’s returned with a vengeance. The doctors would like to have a look at me and poke around at whatever bits they haven’t yet poked, or perhaps to re-poke some of them that they enjoyed poking. I’m sure I’ll have less blood in me this time tomorrow than I currently do, so I’ll be a lightweight drinker for the next forty eight hours or so.
Other than my skin problem, things are fairly good. I’ve put on a few pounds, which I’ll blame on the medication and the doctor will call me a dirty liar. That’s to be expected. My body feels good, my moods have been fantastic, and my brain feels like it’s firing on cylinders it didn’t even know it had.
I’m hope I’ll have some good news to post tomorrow regarding the skin thing, but experience has taught me that this battle is going to be one of, if not attrition, than at the very least long, drawn-out campaigns rather than swift, decisive actions. I have hope, yes, but not a great deal of expectations. I’ll keep you all posted.
-RK
I posted this as a metaphor for red, bumpy skin. Pro tip: Do not do an image search for “red bumps.” Trust me on this.