For the week prior every time I had had a shower my hands ended up severly wrinkled. My usual showering time of twenty-eight minutes had not changed, so it could not of been the over-exposure to water. I had thought it might of been the excessive day-long sweat that pooled in my palms as I stared blankly into the wall. But with my self-awarded degree in self-diagnosis it might be a recurrance of the disease that ravaged my hands over a month ago. I was hoping to get a scan in of my right palm this week. Kept putting off because I remembered that I had scanned a bloody tissue before. It would have been great, the skin off the palm was peeling off in sheets. Too damn bad it healed itself up with no anitbiotics or other such treatments.
Friday, 13 October 2000 - 10:39
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