Saw another derm on Saturday. I was so looking forward to it as well. I thought I’d finally be getting roaccutane.
Instead I saw this useless old git, who had the annoying habit of repeating every word I said like he had some hearing problem.He was wearing one of those old man jackets with the leather pads on the elbows, you know the sort. He told me my acne wasn’t severe enough for roaccutane.
I tried to point out that I’m 29 and that I think it is pretty severe, but he just said that was my opinion. I got really upset and started crying. He didn’t even offer me a tissue.
He said he was going to prescribe me Spironolactone, and was saying you have to constantly keep trying different anti-biotics and then go back to them after a while. I asked what was the point in that when roacc is a cure.
Then came the big one. The most ridiculous, most stupidist thing I have heard. It still makes me swell up with tears when I think about it.
He told me, a 29 year old, that I would, ‘Grow out of acne.!!!!’ Can you believe it?? I stormed out in tears, and felt like waiting for him in the car park so I could run him down.
I went home and got really drunk and spent the whole of Sat night in tears, wondering what was the point of living.
So I guess I’ll have to try this Spironolactone. Can’t find much about it. Even if it does work, it’s only a stop gap, not a cure.
