Catch Up, Sorta

I realize that I have not posted in awhile --indeed sad because I have the app on both my iPod 4 and my Sony Xperia X10-- and to this effect I am disapponted in myself. My main reasoning for not doing so was that psoriasis had overtaken my life for the past year or longer --about Feb. 2010-- whereas before it had only been small, managebale flareups, this had turned into full scale take over. My hands are the only parts of me that still show signs of wear and tear --small spot on my cheek next to the corner of my mouth, occassionally-- and that still affects and effects my greatly, but I am surviving.

They are healing --painfully slow-- as the weather outside warms and the air in the house moistens. I have taken to using only antibacterial soap when I wash my hands --even carry a samll bottle of it in my purse-- and oatmeal bodywash, bar soap --minus the actaul soap ingredients because it's all natural--, and lotion, and apricot scrub --both on my hands and my face. I take an antihistimine about 3 times a day to help ward off the itching, though sometimes the itching has been known to sneak upo on me and cause me to go into uncontrollable --and extremely painful-- scratching fits.

For the most part, I have been able to keep up with my knitting and crocheting and even venture to a few new projects --like turning a pair of jeans into a long skirt, not completed yet--but there have been days --and at one time an entire week-- that I was not able to even use my hands at all. Sounds doable, but when someone else has to button and zip your jeans or tie your shoes or put your hair up for you, you realize just how debilitating it really is.

Which brings me to the point of my post: deciding whether or not to be defeated by the horrible disease. Let's just say I chose not to be taken down by it. I no longer think in terms of whether or not my hands can handle something, I think on wheether or no I will choose to do that something. And with that being said, I am writing in this blog again to prove that choice.

I will no longer be held down by this thing or anything else (for that matter) ever again. My life will be normal, I will be normal --or as close to normal as I can get. And I encourage you to do the same.

In fact, I challenge you to do the same. I challenge you to look whatever is holding you down or back straight in the eyes and tell it or him or her that you will no longer be held captive by its or his or her bonds! Set yourself free, andif it helps, tell them Patty sent you.