My Wedding Ring Issue
My dearly beloved gifted me with a beautiful and lovely engagement ring just over two years ago, and just 2 1/2 months after that, he gifted me with an equally lovely wedding ring. I've loved these rings. I love wearing them. I love looking down at them. I love feeling them on my finger. I do not love, however, the nasty little rash that has cropped up underneath my rings. }:( Grrr.
I would wake up at night finding myself scratching my finger 'til it was raw. It burns, it itches, it looks awful. When I was in middle school, I had a strange case of something skin related. Eczema, psoriasis, dermatitis... it was called everything by varying doctors. There were different treatments tried, but ultimately, I think I grew out of it. Given my history, I thought maybe the same thing is going on with this ring issue. I bought a little topical stinky gel medication for the problem area the other day, and it has done nothing good for it. I should have bought a steroid cream now that I think about it, but that's an easy enough trip to Walgreens. Anyway, I figured yesterday, after having dealt with this for a few weeks, it might be time to do some proper investigating. I decided to Google "psorisis" and see what I got. I read up on it a bit. There are many different types & forms of it. Then, I pulled the Google trigger and clicked "Images" for my search. Holy Guacamole! Yeah, no. I shall no longer consider the self-diagnosis of psorisis. I was not ready for those images. Suffice it to say that I feel compassion for those who are suffering with psorisis. There are some pretty brutal cases of it out there... and I've seen the photos to prove it. But yeah, psorisis is not my problem. So what is?
I decided today, like a genius, to not do Google searches on my suspected diagnosis, but to search on my basic problem. (Again, I must be a genius.) I searched "wedding ring rash." Ta da! What do you know? There are a bazillion other women proudly displaying their rashy finger photos for all the Google world to see. It appears that I am typical. If looking on the bright side, typical can be a good thing, I suppose. So anyway, I came across this little article, entitled "Till Dermatitis Do Us Part" by Melinda Beck, and from it, I was able to learn a little more about my problem.
It seems that my little problem isn't as severe as some other people's, but it has certainly gotten my attention. The rings are white gold, which most likely have a little nickel mixed in them. I'm probably allergic to nickel. Mais alors. I will again be on the self-diagnosis path starting this evening or tomorrow. I'm going to figure out of the problem boils down to nickel or not. And from there, I'll attack appropriately. It's hard to fight an enemy if you don't know who or what the enemy is. (Where have I heard this logic before?) I'll go down the path of steroid cream, taking my rings off to shower, wash my hands, do dishes (hahaha!), or whatever else may trap moisture or soap under the rings. I'll even pray about it. Prayer is good stuff, and it's especially good when coupled with effort.
In any case, I still love my rings. They are symbols of love and fidelity. There is not another one exactly like either of them anywhere else in the whole wide (wide) world (of sports). They mean Dan to me. And if you think this is where I talk about Dan being an irritant, then you're silly. I'm not the kind of wife or woman who would blabber on about him like that. See, Dan doesn't irritate me; he delights me. He gave me pretty jewelry, a world of love, and a great life. What kind of a dope would knock that? ♥
I would wake up at night finding myself scratching my finger 'til it was raw. It burns, it itches, it looks awful. When I was in middle school, I had a strange case of something skin related. Eczema, psoriasis, dermatitis... it was called everything by varying doctors. There were different treatments tried, but ultimately, I think I grew out of it. Given my history, I thought maybe the same thing is going on with this ring issue. I bought a little topical stinky gel medication for the problem area the other day, and it has done nothing good for it. I should have bought a steroid cream now that I think about it, but that's an easy enough trip to Walgreens. Anyway, I figured yesterday, after having dealt with this for a few weeks, it might be time to do some proper investigating. I decided to Google "psorisis" and see what I got. I read up on it a bit. There are many different types & forms of it. Then, I pulled the Google trigger and clicked "Images" for my search. Holy Guacamole! Yeah, no. I shall no longer consider the self-diagnosis of psorisis. I was not ready for those images. Suffice it to say that I feel compassion for those who are suffering with psorisis. There are some pretty brutal cases of it out there... and I've seen the photos to prove it. But yeah, psorisis is not my problem. So what is?
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| Not wearing my ring for a week or so has helped. Fading rash is good, but darn it, I like wearing my rings. |
I decided today, like a genius, to not do Google searches on my suspected diagnosis, but to search on my basic problem. (Again, I must be a genius.) I searched "wedding ring rash." Ta da! What do you know? There are a bazillion other women proudly displaying their rashy finger photos for all the Google world to see. It appears that I am typical. If looking on the bright side, typical can be a good thing, I suppose. So anyway, I came across this little article, entitled "Till Dermatitis Do Us Part" by Melinda Beck, and from it, I was able to learn a little more about my problem.
It seems that my little problem isn't as severe as some other people's, but it has certainly gotten my attention. The rings are white gold, which most likely have a little nickel mixed in them. I'm probably allergic to nickel. Mais alors. I will again be on the self-diagnosis path starting this evening or tomorrow. I'm going to figure out of the problem boils down to nickel or not. And from there, I'll attack appropriately. It's hard to fight an enemy if you don't know who or what the enemy is. (Where have I heard this logic before?) I'll go down the path of steroid cream, taking my rings off to shower, wash my hands, do dishes (hahaha!), or whatever else may trap moisture or soap under the rings. I'll even pray about it. Prayer is good stuff, and it's especially good when coupled with effort.
In any case, I still love my rings. They are symbols of love and fidelity. There is not another one exactly like either of them anywhere else in the whole wide (wide) world (of sports). They mean Dan to me. And if you think this is where I talk about Dan being an irritant, then you're silly. I'm not the kind of wife or woman who would blabber on about him like that. See, Dan doesn't irritate me; he delights me. He gave me pretty jewelry, a world of love, and a great life. What kind of a dope would knock that? ♥
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