I found myself enticed into a Dead Sea minerals shop yesterday….l’ll admit it was the beautiful man outside the door clutching a spoonful of salt rather than any actual interest in the products. However, once inside I started paying attention.
Firstly, he knew straight away that I have psoriasis and this instantly put him in the good books. Often I feel an overwhelming urge to hug anyone who says ‘Is that psoriasis?’.
Secondly, the beautiful man ran off to get a better product for my sensitive skin and then proceeded to cover my hand in it in a way I can only describe as lovingly. There aren’t many times I see the silver lining to having psoriasis so I’m going to count this one.
I left the shop clutching a packet of mud with a vague feeling of having been bamboozled by the salesman’s beauty. Then a wonderful thing happened…..my skin isn’t so itchy. I’ve covered myself in mud twice now and I have a feeling that I might go to sleep tonight and not wake up 8 times to the sound of me grating my own skin off with my fingernails.
I’m looking forward to waking up to find out. If I can just get rid of the itch I might stop feeling like I’m going insane. I might be able to concentrate on something for longer than ten minutes between my routine skin checks. I might just go back and hug that beautiful man.
Princess Psoria 