Damnit, House!
Sometime last year, something strange started trying to omnomnom my head under my hair. It got worse last november when I managed to cut my head open on an aircraft door in Phoenix (Remos LSA's are waaaaaay too short for me!) and resulted in me finally dragging my fuzzy little butt to a doctor earlier this year. Doctors begat dermatologists and a diagnosis of some kind of scalp infection, leading to months and months of ridiculous antibiotic guzzling, using hibiscrub as shampoo and other sillinesses which seemed to help ... but never quite made anything go away.
Things just kept keeping on keeping on until I was visiting a dermatologist to have a mole dealt with a couple of months ago and he happened to look over and say 'what's that on your scalp?'. This lead to a Hancockian armfull of blood tests and a tissue biopsy and, after two months, to my appointment yesterday.
After having the amusing experience of a differential diagnosis session (which was amusingly House-ian in and of itself) they told me I have some form of lupus and promptly supply me with steroid creams, antimicrobal washes and an appointment in six weeks to review.
It's all quite odd really. I'm happy to have something with a name and a treatment regimen (if not a cure) instead of an unknown now for obvious reasons and quite relieved to hear that only 5% of discoid patients go on to have any systemic symptoms. It also gives me hope that I'll not be buying my hair in an attractive presentation box for a good few years yet 
. I have to say that the whole house 'Lupus' meme and how much it amuses me is a real spike to any attempt to have a sustained worry about it too (much to my delight).
We do seem to be collecting autoimmune conditions here in the den of iniquity though, wtf is up with that, eh?
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