When I was in 8th grade I was covered in these red splotches that were bumpy and icky and flaky and they burned and itched. Well it didn't worry me because I was used to it happening since I could remember. I always thought it was just because I was allergic to nickle. Finally we went to my dermatologist and he was all: "Well... since I saw you in 3rd grade it's gotten worse which shocks me because your case was and still is the worse case of I've ever seen. So we're sending you to this lady *business card I don't remember her name*" Well Mom looked her up and apparently she was the top dermatologist in the state and would only do special cases. Anyways I end up having to drive forever to see this chick and she adds like 50 other things to the list of things I'm allergic to and then she loaded me up with this sh*t load of meds and then she discovered I have a possible mole that may become cancerous and a shit load of other possible diseases and allergies and things genetically wrong with my skin.
Anyways she likes to call me her little science experiment because I have so many "interesting" reactions to different things and yeah.
Needless to say you won't see anyone who takes better care of their skin than me! :D