Another visit from vitiligo
About 20 years ago I acquired a medical problem known as vitiligo.
Vitiligo is a condition in which some of your skin loses pigment and causes you to look like Casper the Friendly Ghost. Except there's nothing friendly about vitiligo.
I sure didn’t need another medical problem when I got vitiligo. The older I get the more afflictions I seem to acquire; I’m up to double figures now and that’s not even counting the sexual ones.
Vitiligo is especially perplexing because it can rest dormant for a bunch of years and then suddenly return with a vitiligo vengeance. On its most recent vitiligo visit I literally woke up and found my left arm looking like it had been dipped in white paint!
I knew this had to be vitiligo because I’m a Jew and I’m not handy enough to even dream I’ve been painting.
That day I went out in short sleeves to pick up some items at the supermarket.
Why not long sleeves to hide the condition?
It was 90 degrees at eight in the morning. It was predicted to be 105 degrees by noon. Incineration of the planet by fire and brimstone was scheduled for 6.
So I went with the short sleeves in hopes I would not run into anyone I knew.
My hopes, however, were dashed.
“Umm... hi, Farbman, how I are you, “I stammered as I entered the store.
“Hi, Perry… HOLY SHIT!”
“Oh, yes, you’re probably referring to my vitiligo. It’s a minor skin condition wherein a bit of pigment is absent from my skin.”
“A bit of pigment! You left arm looks like an Oreo cookie dunked in milk.”
“Oh, I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“Are you kidding? "You remind me of 101 Dalmatians only without the dalmatians."
"Remember the TV show Father Knows Best in which Robert Young wore arm patches with all his suits. Your arms look like his, only without the suit!”
When someone's willing to date themselves back to the 50's to make a joke at my expense, I'm clearly not about to be enjoying the conversation.
I went to see my skin doctor, Dr. Joy Davis.
“I knew you’d be back,” smirked Dr. Davis. “They all come back.”
“But you said some people don’t get any worse and don’t need to come back.”
“Some people, sure. But you? A specimen such as yourself who has afflictions in double figures…"
“Hey, just barely in the double figures!”
“Aren’t you’re forgetting something?”
“The sexual ones.”