#oldpostrepost because this is so relevant as to why I try so hard not to pick my skin:
It’s been one year today since I woke up looking like the bottom left picture 🙃 This was my 3rd time getting impetigo (which would spread to my arm a week later) but definitely the worst time, as far as pain goes. It’s too long of a story to write out, but my eye was only swelling shut because the urgent care doctors put bandaids and gauze on my face, after refusing to give me a shot of cortisol to calm my large cyst (top left photo). We didn’t know yet that I was allergic to bandaids, and the next morning... voila.
So— why am I posting pictures that most people would never allow to see the light of day? Well, there are basically NO ONLINE RESOURCES for someone with impetigo to look at, and last year, I was desperately scrolling through hashtags on Instagram and twitter hoping to find some answers to questions that I had, like:
What is it?
Why did I get it?
What do I do?
How do I make it go away fast?
➡️Even though I searched extensively, I was only able to find person who had impetigo on Instagram. I reached out over a DM, and she was nice enough to tell me how long hers had lasted and what tricks she had learned while having it.
At the very beginning of this Instagram account, I posted my face after a month of healing from my infection. I made sure to #impetigo so that others could reach out to me if they ever had it and needed someone who could answer their questions. Well, in the 9 months since, I’ve received about a dozen messages with people telling me that they found my post while looking for answers in hashtags, and that they were so relieved to see how my skin had healed and that I was more than just a google result about someone’s infant who had impetigo.
Impetigo is painful, itchy, scary, and can bring about a lot of shame. Going out in public can be challenging, especially to those with BDD, and dealing with the bacteria is a nightmare for people with OCD. Of course, I had both. But I dealt with it, and I’ve been free of this damn infection for almost a year now. Impetigo can reoccur for MONTHS without the knowledge of how to kill it for good. Swipe for info ➡️❤️
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