Good morning ladies and gentlemen! A quick query - how do those of you that get P in the ears, what do you do for it? i foolishly rubbed eumovate around them recently, and had chronic earache all night, for the first time since i was a kid! since that fateful day, it [my P] has come back bigger, badder, redder and itchier than ever, and quite frankly i feel like jacking myself in. my mood has been rubbish these last couple of days, and i just-cant-stop-thinking-about-psoriasis no matter what. i reckon it has produced approx. 30% of fresh, brand-new P, in places not bothered by it before. this sucks, i work damned hard to make sick peoples lives more bearable, i have seen and done some foul, disgusting things that i wouldnt wish on anybody and i often go home exhausted, having not eaten, sometimes not even pee'd, because i've been so busy. and THIS is my reward? our God has a twisted sense of humour, methinks. sorry folks, it was supposed to be a query, but turned out to be a rant. i dont even feel any better for having said it. sigh. i'm not even angry. just scared. scared that this is it for the rest of my life. progressively becoming less and less the man i feel i should be,want to be, and more and more a disfigured and angry man, segregated from humanity (im so fed up with being single) until i fold and hang myself. not a cry for help, i promise. just a miserable outlook for the future, based on my perception of the present. i realise there are people out there worse off than me, but then there are people out there better off than me, and that just makes me even more depressed. i hope this is just your average, run of the mill bad day ( i was fairly upbeat about the whole thing yesterday) but cant help that feel that even when happy, im just masking the truth, and that truth is that i wish i would just go to sleep and not wake up. i heard once that hell is when you wish you were dead, but death never comes. seems about right. sorry if i've bummed anyone out, i shall probably lie low till i feel better. once again, sorry. this is unlike me, which is why i trust it.