What is This? Stretch Marks?

Oh the joys of getting older and assumptions about how one lives their life...

A little fact about me is I am a 23 year old virgin and I am proud to admit it. Now with that being said, I am glad to know that I am not pregnant...

I had to go to the Doctors yesterday due to my RA flaring up. But this time when I went I brought a concern of a rash that has been forming on my back leg. It hasn't been getting any worse or better over the past few weeks and I was concerned about it. Rash + Autoimmune = Bad News right? Well at first my Rheumatologist thought so as well and brought in a dermatologist to see what actions to take. When She came the first thing she said is "Oh, those are stretch marks. They are normal."

Okay no big deal, so what I have been gaining weight since being put on prozac and plaquenil. Not my fault that the drugs that make me better added extra weight on me. After that, I never thought much of those marks. But my Rheumatolgist... not so much. Like normal visits... blood test where ran to make sure my liver was functioning and my thyroid and nothing new... my RH factor is through the roof... no big deal. But then he told me the last test he ran and I couldn't stop laughing. I love it when I tell a Doctor that I am not sexual active and they don't believe me. He told me when he hear they where stretch marks he went and ordered a pregnancy test. I had just told him not but 15 minutes before that I have not been sexual active ever in my life. This is not the first time I have had this issue with doctors though. I just find it funny every time.

You know though, laughter is the best medicine so I am going to go with that. Anywho though, I do need to loose weight. I have my dosage of prozac lowered now in hopes to help but I am not sure if that alone will do anything. I would love to get back to 120 lbs but I am starting to think that will never happen. (I am short so that is a good weight for me). My Boyfriend and I are thinking aobut taking up ball room dancing as a way to work out without actually having to go to a gym. We just need to find a class first.

I don't know what I would do without Cameron,  he is so supportive of my illness and just makes me feel normal around him, like nothing is wrong. This week though has not been so fun without him. But I had my family at least to help me through the outbreak. My head is finally starting to stop hurting after a week of constant throbbing. I will be somewhat normal upon his homecoming and not a shriveled up ball of goo!