Update
I woke up pretty nervous on Tuesday. My appt . at the Dermatologist was at 8:10. I couldn't concentrate at work very much so I left a little bit early even though the office is literally across the street. You never know about traffic these days. Much to my surprise the doc was very young and extremely sweet. She was like the babysitter that I always wanted. I've gotten very adept at describing my symptoms, when they started, what I've taken, what I've had done, etc. She looked over my blood work, looked at my legs, looked at my hands...wrinkled her brow and said "Huh, very strange." I looked at her and said, "Yeah, I've heard that a couple of times." She proceeded to tell me that she wanted a biopsy. My stomach dropped as the table full of surgical instruments was wheeled in. What the hell does she need scissors for? I wondered. She was just doing a punch biopsy and showed me this pen looking thing that had a cookie cutter on the end of it. She...