As you can see in my profile picture, I had healthy skin and was kicking ass at life. Recently, I've moved to Arkansas. About ten days ago. Knowing that Arkansas is rife with chiggers and other biting insects, I planned ahead, and had all sorts of bug sprays on hand. Then, my stupid ass triggered an outbreak of my greatest enemy on earth: Eczema. I'm pretty sure it's stress related... Or... it's because I'm an idiot who sprayed deet on his skin instead of his pants.... Or, I used too much plant based bug spray on my skin after learning that I fucked that up... Whatever it was, it was enough to break me out into a state of absolute hell, and I immediately broke all my rules in a desperate attempt to keep it under control.
For those of you following my goofy story here in the Bear Saloon and preparing your "Gotcha-Vegan... eat some meat!" I'm way ahead of you. I ate a whole damned steak and eggs with bacon on top of a hash brown bowl full of sausage gravy: Just To See If It Would Help. And...
It didn't help shit.
It made it all much worse for me, and the lesson there is what I already knew: Lispy fags give veganism a bad name, but the fact of me breaking my streak ought to tell any of you caring to read this: I'm legitimately asking:
Does anyone out there know the solution to a eczema outbreak?
I'm really asking, but please spare me the obvious stuff about coconut oil etc.
I'm way past antihistamines, guys.
They only complicate my body's ability to regulate this shit.
It once got so bad I went to the ER to fix it and ended up on steroids (prednisone and prednisolone coupled with horse tranqs to sleep) for a Month to fix it. It's not at that level yet, but could get there fast, and while I'm not afraid, and I trust in God that this is for... some wonderful reason I can't quite see right now through eyes that look like Pinkeye... I am, quite simply, in a fuckload of very real pain and stress trying to figure this out.
I'm drinking a ton of water and pissing clear. I'm taking it easy to heal. I'm keeping it clean. I'm getting sleep and even took some melatonin.
For the record... I Hate pills. Pills once drove me insane (Thanks Big Pharma!)... and led me to shrink down to 120 lbs while I couldn't figure out if I was Jesus or the Joker for 3 months, and, in a way, cost me my relationships to all of my friends and then some. Now, it's all I can do to get anyone hearing even a shred of my story to take me seriously about anything at all, and I can't really blame them.
Thanks to the Sackler family's lies and the Big Lie of psychiatry in general, my life was burned to ashes about 4 years ago and I've been putting the pieces back together ever since.
And even in the face of all That... I finally cucked to this shit and tried pills again. Benadryl. Claritin-D. It didn't work. But that's how desperate I'm getting over here.
If it needs said: No. I am not a threat to myself or others. I am not suicidal. Never have been. Never will be.
I'm just a human incarnation of the Itchy and Scratchy show, and I am open to suggestions from the only club I ever gave a fuck to belong to after 540 consecutive podcasts from Owen finally got me to concede the point, follow the leader, and get myself a "Bear name."
So, I'm asking what I perceive as a High IQ community of Bears:
Does anyone know anything about eczema? Emphasis on "Know."
I could write you a book about it right now, and it wouldn't even scratch the surface....get it? Scratch the... you get it. Uhm..... Help?
I appreciate the feedback.
I don't ordinarily take even so much as an aspirin, but this go-round with the eczema flare up was killing me and eating me alive, and I'm neutral to say that the lesser of two evils was cucking a bit and getting myself on prednisone. I've been covered head to toe in this shit in my past like I mentioned before. This was about 12 years ago now, in the East Bay of California. Spring hit and I was pretty dumped and depressed by the person that was then the love of my life, and the stress and pollen combined to fuck my skin up something fierce. Like I'd rolled around in poison oak and ivy in a tank top and boxers.
The trouble with eczema is that it's always on. It doesn't sleep. It just pesters you until you're exhausted enough to pass out into R.E.M. sleep wherein you have vivid dreams and nightmares as you perpetually pop awake just enough to over-scratch and thereby worsen whichever spot the ever-present itch jumps to on your body. You toss and turn and claw the rash into your arms and chest and everywhere and it grows exponentially. You do this yourself with your own hands and curse yourself for doing it and the anger makes it worse because it's you that you're not controlling and it's you who's doing it to you.
Any irritation makes the rash speak to you.
Hot water makes it stop itching, and it opens the pores to release whatever the fuck imbalanced oils and/or toxins but it also washes out the essential oils and dries the eczema worse.
And scratching it feels good the way that fucking feels good. Endorphins abound and you realize that your exploding capillaries are like tiny orgasms. This thought makes me sick but it's true. It feels so fucking good to scratch eczema and destroy the skin that harbors it, which only makes it worse.
Anyhow... Like I said, back when, in California, I was broke out almost everywhere and looking like the pictures of ppl broken out everywhere.
The only way I could sleep was to face a blunt and pass out from good indica and (let's face it) the lung damaged stated of lethargy that comes with smoking that much smoke into yourself at once, and even with that going on I couldn't sleep, and the damaged lung tissue actually made it worse because lung and skin health are closely related.
So there I was all blunted out in fuckin' Oakland passed out in my bed for an hour or two all high, and I woke to discover I'd treated my inner left arm between my wrist and elbow like a cat post and then stopped with it pressed into the sheets.
I had to peel them off. It ripped the skin to bloody in a dozen places and sounded at times like velcro. I gritted my teeth. Every pore I had caught fire. My throat was dry as bone. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water, in so much pain I almost felt like I was hallucinating. There was a bottle of aspirin on the counter and I thought,
"I wonder if there's enough pills in that bottle to..."
And then I caught myself, drank a glass of water, drank it, grabbed Atlas Shrugged, and walked the four blocks to the hospital around sunset time. It was the only time in my life that I've involuntarily thought about suicide. Like I said this was 12 years ago... and I've been through way worse now so by comparison, this recent bout is a cakewalk.
At the hospital, I saw a man with a briefcase coming out of the doors and I asked him,
"Excuse me... can you tell me where the emergency room is?"
He looked surprised.
"Well yeah it's that way but what's going on?"
"I have eczema. I know that has to sound ridiculous, but I'm going out of my mind and I can barely think. I didn't even trust myself to drive here." The guy approached. Bald guy. Doctor clothes.
"Well I can see it there around your eyes and neck" he said... Do you have it anywhere else?"
I pulled up my left sleeve looking like Freddy Fucking Kreuger and shit. He covered his mouth and widened up his eyes, gasped, and went, "Oh my god! This is terrible! My brother had this. I had no idea it could get this bad." Then he shook his head, excused himself, called someone and told them he was gonna be late, talked me out of going to the ER, and saw me himself right then and there.
We went inside and he wrote me a script for prednisone at like 100mg and then tapering down to 20 for like 2 weeks... and a script for 3 total pills of some sleeping pill ending in a 'zine.' I forget the name, obviously. he warned me against taking more than one, telling me, "These sleeping pills are safe, but they'll knock a horse on its ass so don't take more than one."
I went down to the pharmacy, got the pills, took a massive dose of prednisone, stopped feeling itchy almost immediately, and then I took the sleeping pill. I fell asleep around 8 or 9 or something.
I woke up around ten or eleven. I had slept the whole night through. I had to pee and was halfway to it before I realized that I wasn't itchy, and something got in my eye. I rubbed at it while I peed and saw snowflakes falling. I finished and looked in the mirror. Dead skin looked like it had been sprinkled on me and glued there. It fell everywhere and I brushed it off like paper. Underneath, I was new again. No eczema. Hardly even any evidence of eczema at all. The prednisone and sleep had cured me the way you always want something to cure you: painlessly and overnight. It was truly shocking and miraculous.
While I'd be the first in line to shit all over the medical establishment at large if it needs said, I can only sing the praises of prednisone when it comes to curing eczema. I wish I had a better answer, because I'm very much a fan of all things natural and Godly, and I fucking hate the field of psychiatry with a passion you'd be hard pressed to fully understand lest ye grok genuine SSRI withdrawal-madness... but prednisone cleared me up back when, so now, over a decade later, I'm back on it.
I took 90 milligrams last night and that stopped the itching. I also took 5 benadryl to sleep, but not all at once. 3 at night, then 2 at 5:16, when I popped up again itching the bejeezus outta my wang. The wang is mostly healed but it definitely received a toilet paper cast smothered in triple antibiotic ointment until I woke again at noon, from 9 pm, originally. So 15 hours of sleep, finally...
Before biting the bullet and taking prednisone, I communicated with the Australian virus dude Tom Barnett about this after watching his video about water. He made the good point that water is a solvent, and being a solar installer in Colorado for the last three years, I've become pretty addicted to a steady flow of H20. About 1.5 gallons a day. I was also active as fuck and needed it for solar work and for my almost nightly 5-7 mile hikes in the Rockies. I was living in Eldorado Springs. About a month ago now, I left for Arkansas with my girlfriend. She's not fucking active at all and it's kind of a problem. My lifestyle makes her sick and need the shade. Her lifestyle makes me sick and I crave the sun.
But I have normal blood pressure and she's like, scary low, so, I win that argument and I've been trying to keep her out and about and getting healthy.
In the meantime we've been sitting in the car driving to land to buy, looking here, looking there, staying at campsites, staying with family, sitting here, sitting there... always in the shade. Always not burning calories... you get the idea. If I don't move around outdoors and do shit I go fucking insane if I'm not actively rolling joints to slow myself down to the pace of these normies, and my girlfriend is scary normal to me some days.
So, my theory was that I had been too sedentary and not exposed enough to the sun, whist simultaneously continuing my normal intake of water, and basically dissolving myself from the inside out by forcing my body to dispose of all the excess hydration through my skin, as I had not been perspiring or using said water as normal.
Plus it's humid as fuck in Arkansas, and I was cleaning out a trailer that I bought full of pollen and black mold, which stuck to the sweat and rinsed into the cushion of pores which flame up around each little spore and particle like pillows, trapping it in there good and itching like all hell. Eczema skin isn't like regular skin. It's more like your tongue if you were eating ghost peppers, and can detect any irritant as if it were such a pepper. It commands to be scratched and multiplies exponentially when you do so... And frankly, after like 5 total years of dealing with this shit on and off... I can tell you this: I don't know what the fuck it is.
It's a "auto-immune disease called atopic dermatitis"... or some shit... Which is like saying, "It's a hoodilee daddle on latin spiffy nouns." It's made up of the following:
-Stress (For sure)
- Diet (For maybe... Tom advised me to eat more saturated fats after I wrote him my theory of dissolving myself from the inside out. I did so, and it seemed to help. I ate a bunch of avocados, walnuts, bananas, blueberries, vegan sausage, a chug of goat milk, deviled eggs, rice, chips, salsa... I've been basically pigging out and adding coconut oil to everything. I even had ice cream tonight. Normally, I'm a vegan, but if there's a chance it brought all this on, fuck it.
- Allergies. (For Sure. I'm allergic to everything east, west, north, and south of Colorado and Hawaii, in my experience. These are the only two places where the pollen doesn't rape my flesh and lungs. I'm from Maryland btw. Columbia. Like being from Starbucks.
It also helped to realize that with all this sitting around doing motherfucking nothing with this house hunt, I've lost weight. A lot of weight. I went from 155 to 139. Not good. 16 lbs. I don't have that many to spare. I'm 6 feet tall. Shit. So... I figure pig out, eat fatty stuff and curtail the water consumption to match my level of physical activity like Tom Barnett (great thinker btw, highly recommend). It's been working... but it wasn't working fast enough so, I cucked or whatever, went to the walk in clinic, gave the doc the blunt truth, "Well doc, I'm gonna exhibit some drug seeking behavior here because frankly, I'm seeking a drug. Prednisone. It worked before, and this is like 20% of what I've dealt with.
"I'll hook you up." He said. And wrote me the script. Now I have to worry about the side effects... but at least I have my brain back to worry with.
I could write about eczema for hours. Thanks for paying me the compliment btw. It's a weird subject but in my life? What isn't?
-John aka "JokerBear"
I had a buddy with eczema, but he just did what the VA told him (steroids), and they were idiots, so I cant help you with that. I worked in arkansas thru a summer, and can attest, the humidity is ferocious, and I was born and raised in east texas, but it gets worse the older you get. That summer in Arkansas, I got heat rash under my eyes, because of the sweat pooling there from the safety glasses (shades).
My only real reason to reply is to tell you about sulfur for fighting ticks and chiggers instead of deet. you get some 99% pure sulfur from a garden center or amazon, and put it in a tight knit sock or nylon, enough to hold it, but then you bump it on the area you want it applied and it puffs out, kind of like chalk off a chalk line. We had these at the boyscout summer camp when I was a kid, and I did not get any ticks or chiggers, which is a miracle in east texas (very similar to south and central arkansas).
Bugs hate sulfur. it is good to mix in a surfactant (soap) and spray on your plants too, to protect them from bugs, but a little goes a long way.
From what my buddy told me, Medical science has no clue what eczema even is, just the symptoms of it. You are the first person I have known that actually got relief from a prescription, but most people dont have it as bad as what you are describing.