So I went to the doctor on Monday because a patch of lumpy bumpy bits had come up under the skin on one of my fingers. Probably nothing serious, but being a 'good girl' who is influenced by health ads I went to get checked.
Turns out they are a tissue reaction to the raynaud's attack that kept my fingers and knuckles swollen on and off for about five days the other week. The doc was very nice about it, in a not really anything to suggest except 'keep your hands warm', its highly unlikely there's a scary underlying cause kind of way. I felt it was churlish to point out that I'd managed to get these chillblane+ type things through two pairs of gloves and if I wrap up enough to keep my hands warm the rest of me boils.
The skin on my right hand is still feeling different to my left. More sensitive and tingly. And I didn't technically *know* I had raynaud's until the doc talked about it fait accomplit. Until 11.57 on Monday I had rubbish circulation, now I have a label. Maybe I come across as too calm collected and knowledgable, I seem too unphased, but he didnt seem to feel the need to check if I knew what was going on. So this is my little moany rant. I'm sure you've enjoyed its restrained grumbliness.
To move on from self pity I trawled the internet and have a new self-treatment plan.
Ginger. Cayenne. Ginko. Garlic.
Apparently all lovely natural things that help circulation. Lovely natural things I'll be trying asap, with the added benefit of scaring away an lurking vampires.
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