So. I really opened quite a can of worms when I took on my skin condition this year with the promise to myself that I would conquer it once and for all.
When you've spent 5 years covered in welts that the literature helpfully describes as "resembling leprosy", it can get a bit depressing at times. I have had fantasies of the nunnery creep in more than once. Although... not at the moment as I have had a gentleman caller recently, but he reads the blog so I will leave that topic at that.
Just know that goal #6 is still on my radar. I don't slack on this list, people.
But back to the leprosy.
For all the years I have been shuffling between doctors, immunologists, dermatologists, acupuncturists, chiropractors and basically anyone who stayed still long enough and commented on my skin situation: "Did you bang your elbow?" or "Wow- did you burn yourself?" being common conversational openers on the topic, no one has ever been able to give me a cause for this.
Granuloma Annulare isn't genetic. People with it don't even consistently respond to treatment. Some of it just goes away out of nowhere if you have it less than 2 years. (Insert sad trombone here for me).
The one refrain that kept coming up, though was "It seems to be some sort of strange autommune reaction." They responded to this by turning my immune system off for a number of months last year, which resulted in a total remission of the condition, followed be a full relapse once my immune system recovered, and I got sick enough that I had to have my tonsils out before they killed me with ever higher fevers. (104.8 being the winning temp)
So now there has been a new development. Thanks to the amazing September of Red Carpet Cleanses, I was off everything except yummy raw juice for a week and then did a detox process with Healing Waters in Burbank to get the obscene amount of Candida that was clogging up my system. Yay!
As I started to reintroduce food at the end of the cleanse period, I had a rude awakening. Wheat sent me into an instant digestive disaster. See the bastard grain pictured above. (I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say I spent more time in the bathroom than at the table when out to dinner having pasta with my parents a couple of weeks ago.)
So, things started to add up. Skin problems, autoimmune problems, digestive problems since I was pretty young. And Celiac disease- gluten intolerance- is pretty much right on for my experiences. Hmmm. Inability to gain weight- just ask all my angry high school classmates who used to dig through my lunches to see what I was eating. Plus the fact that I could never give blood because I was too puny. Still am kind of build like a teenage boy, but I do my best.


