I don't see my doctor much. Maybe 4 times in the last few years. Today I went for a mysterious facial rash (yes, a little embarrassing.) He called it "dermatitis" (translation- it's not this, this, or this, so we'll call it this, or, I have no idea what's going on on your right cheek) and gave me a prescription for a steroid cream.
I started to think back on the last time I was there, for a cough that wouldn't go away. He gave me a steroid inhaler.
The time before I had an awful headache... diagnosis: sinus infection, treatment: steroid nasal spray.
And before that, wicked bad poison ivy. I got a prescription for steroid pills, which made me feel awesome. I remember getting a lot done.
So, I guess my doctor either A.) doesn't have much imagination, or B.) is in cahoots with a pharmaceutical company that specializes in steroids. Whatever the reason, I'll keep happily taking them. I have no idea what they are, but clearly they can cure just about anything. I love them. I just hope I don't experience any adverse long-term effects, like roid rage. That's the last thing my poor husband needs.
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