Sometimes, I think I’d put a sandwich sign around my son’s neck. It will read:
I have skin asthma.
No, not contagious.
Yes, very itchy. And painful.
Yes, I have meds. Lotions too.
And creams. And ointments.
And salts in my bath.
Nope – chips, candies and Coke not allowed.
Yes, a little compassion please.
He’s been getting really bad flareups lately. And things get very frustrating at times. Today, he is absent in school again because the skin on his neck is oozing, and just turning his head is painful.
I really did not need to see the horrified look on that mommy’s face in school when she saw his neck yesterday. Pfffft. Or hear from Nate that some classmates think he looks like a zombie. (That’s rude, kids. But, oh well…)
Now putting creams on his neck – that’s another story. No matter how gentle and hypoallergenic it is, the cream is bound to elicit some screaming and kicking. Today he discovered a trick, though.
“I should be a man! I should be a man! I should be a man!” he thinks out loud while fighting back tears.
Yeah, it’s heart-breaking. And I am really, really hoping that he outgrows his skin asthma.
Hmmm…. I am beginning to like the idea of a sandwich sign.
Or maybe a T-shirt. Yes, that’s a better idea.