Who Had Time to Worry?
It started with a few flakes.
Lindell DeBoue didn’t think much about them, at first. Who had time to worry about a little dandruff when you were a newlywed, settling into a new life in a new state?
But as the flakes multiplied and became more noticeable, Lindell decided she should at least see a doctor. On her first visit to the dermatologist, he diagnosed her on the spot with psoriasis.
“I had never heard of psoriasis, but that’s what he said it was,” says Lindell, who was relieved to at least have a name for what was going on. After all, if it was that simple to diagnose, it was probably easy to treat; she left with a prescription for some topical ointments and the expectation that things would improve quickly.
They didn’t. So she went back to the dermatologist, who came up with a new plan of action that involved scalp injections and another ointment. “It wasn’t really working, but I didn’t know where else to go or what else to do,” Lindell says.
When she noticed a few small patches on her arms and inner thighs that resembled what was on her scalp, she knew it was time for a second opinion. Going off a referral from her gynecologist, she visited a new dermatologist. “He came into the room and just looked at my scalp, and told me to use some cream, and that was basically it. He didn’t part my hair or touch me at all… I didn’t feel good about it, so I never went back.”