In September of last year, my outer thighs started to itch. Just a bit at first, and then more noticeably. I assumed I had developed a sensitivity to my laundry detergent, so I switched brands, but the itching continued. In no time, the itching intensified, and it began to spread up and down both legs. Perplexed, I went to a general practitioner, who prescribed prednisone but admitted she had no idea what it was.
As the rash began to spread to my wrists, forearms, shoulders, and chest, I knew I needed to see a dermatologist. At my first appointment, the derm said it was simply a contact allergy and recommended that I buy an anti-itch lotion and take Benadryl at night. But the two over-the-counter remedies were no match for this itch. As the weeks went by, the itch became so intense that I would scratch until my skin bled. It was so unsightly that I began wearing long sleeves and pants despite the late September heat. It was around this time that my mother-in-law came to visit us. We were sitting at a restaurant when she jokingly said, “Keep your scabies to yourself.” Maybe I should have been offended, but her comment got me thinking. Could it really be scabies? Is that even still a thing that people get?
I immediately made a second appointment with my dermatologist. As I waited for the day of the appointment to arrive, I did my own research. After all, I knew next to nothing about scabies.
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