Faded Boxers

I’ve lived with it long enough and I feel that I’ve grown comfortable enough to talk about it.

I have a disease called Psoriasis. It’s with me for life and it currently has no known cure. Being an autoimmune disease in origin, it means that my immune system is actually working against my body instead of protecting it.

The most noticable symptom is the appearance of lesions all over my body, as well as my scalp. These lesions have a bad habit of making me appear to have a tremendous amount of dandruff even if I don’t.

Another offshoot of this disease is Psoriatic Arthritis. It’s just like regular arthritis, but hurts for a much longer amount of time. Also it sounds fancier. As a result, I’ve lost some movement in two of the fingers in my left hand, and my right ankle hurts like a bitch everytime I wake up in the morning.

The reason why I’m posting about it is on the off chance that any of my readers (both of you) sees somebody with some lesions on his face, appears to have dandruff, and walks funny, try not to stare. Conversely, for all those who already know me, don’t feel like you should step on eggshells around me. It’s not life threatening, nor is it that big a deal for me.

Also, it’s non contagious so no need to worry.

Anyway, like I said, I’ve been living with it for quite some time now and I’ve made my peace with my condition. Hell, it could be worse right?

But the thing that bothers me the most is the fact that Psoriasis is known to be a disease of affluence. Meaning it mostly affects rich folk. Funny, I don’t feel rich.

The lesions, I could live with. The painful joints? No problem! The “dandruff?” Pshaw!

But where’s my money bitch?!