My P started when i'd just turned 16. My mum took me to see every doctor in our surgery before one had the common sense to refer me to the derm at Bedford hospital. So in total, i saw 6 GPs before anything was done! No GP apart from the last had any idea what was wrong with me. I thought i had some flesh eating disease!! I kept begging my mum to make it better and she was frustrated herself. We had no name for it, no treatment for it, i was starting my exams any second. I was losing sleep and basically going downhill fast. My poor mum was changing my bedding everyday as blood was going everywhere and as for clothes, her washing pile was enormous just with my clothes. So why on earth did it take 6 doctors before i was referred!!! The day i went to see the derm was the day i could start to live again. No sooner as i'd walked in the door, he said ' Psoriasis' and before i knew what was happening i was admitted on the spot. I had to do all my revision in hospital and only let out to do exams. But at least there was a name for this 'flesh eating' disease i thought i had and i knew i wasnt gonna die!
That was in 1988..i hope to god GPs are more switched on nowadays and no one has to suffer for any longer than they have to before referral to a derm!
