Ugh, so everything still sucks.
I've spend the last days just laying on the couch. I'm honestly just too depressed to do a whole lot.
I can't even really be angry of how the visit to the healthcare center. I'm just too... bleh about it.
(It wasn't even until yesterday that I realized they couldn't even be bothered to take a test to send off to a lab or anything. Apparently poking at skin does the same as a real test?)
Ever since my dermotillomania developed, I've had a simple little wish for every year: "Maybe this year will be the year where I can feel comfortable to wear shorts for summer."
I've been doing so good with not picking this year and it really got my hopes up, but now I'm father away from that simple little dream than I've ever been.
So anyways. I took some pictures of my legs.
I don't really recommend anyone to look at them though.
So yea, I don't think I need to plaster a lot of labels on this, do I?
Not safe for work?
Not safe for anything?
As bad as it looks, I guarantee it feels a lot worse.
Link: Outside of right leg.
(Some of the dark spots are from old picking-scars)
Link: Inside of my left knee.
(The left knee is a lot worse than the right)
Link: Inside right ankle.
(You can see some of those little "volcanoes" really clearly on top of that ankle-bone)
Link: Inside left leg.
(Tried to catch that weird, bumpy texture of the skin)
Link: Inside left ankle.
(Closeup trying to show the bumps, redness and craters where I've scratched)