My dermatologist leaned in with a stern expression and gave me the news.
“There’s an unusual condition that we see sometimes that crosses all specialties, and you have it. And since you have helped out my daughter a couple of times with her education issues and job decisions, I will tell you what it is.”
I had woken up to find my skin peeling off. In big pieces. All over my body. Including my face. I had recently returned from Africa where Ebola was in full force. Did I have Ebola? Was it just a terrible outbreak of the psoriasis that I had since I was a kid?
“I am about to let you in on a medical secret,” she continued.
