The dandruff that has been plaguing me for the last two winters is back, earlier than ever, and shaping up to be worse than ever. I have tried every single over-the-counter remedy I can find, including making my own shampoo, and nothing touches it. Can I get any sort of response from my doctors? NOPE!

I had blood drawn two weeks ago. I have not heard a thing from my doctor. I’m almost out of this bottle of thyroid meds. I’m going to have to spend all day Tuesday on the phone trying to get these people to do their damn jobs. Again. When I had the thyroid ultrasound, it took me EIGHT phone calls just to get the information into the hands of the right person, and then an additional three weeks to talk to anyone about it.

My face is drying out again, as per winter usual, but again, it’s earlier than the last two years. I just don’t know what to do about it. Anything heavier than a lotion makes me break out, but once my skin starts drying out, lotion doesn’t touch it, and my face gets so dry that I break out anyway. My ophthalmologist swears by flaxseed oil. I’ve been taking it for three weeks, and my skin just keeps getting worse.

The white hairs on my head are starting to come in where they show, not just in the underneath layers of my hair.

One of my birthday presents was supposed to be a daytrip to Boston. I got sick the night before. The other was supposed to be going dancing. But that was because my husband felt that the cotton gauze skirts and dresses I have are appropriate attire for November. I can’t afford dress-up clothes right now. So I’m just going to have to stall and come up with excuses to not go dancing. Even though this was the first response I ever got to seven years of begging.

I am so damn tired of being sick. And gaining weight. And dandruff. And white hair. And dry skin. And doctors I cannot access to save my life. And a husband who means so well, but geez, he can’t escape being a man.

It’s just a bad day.