The doctors threw the drugs my way by the truckload, at this point frustrated by the lack of progress and the itch in their patient that just kept going, kept persisting. Sadly, the prednisone didn’t help. Nor did the Doxapin or Xyzal or any such combination of anti-histamine, anti-itch, anti- the fire that consumes the patient’s innards.
So they throw their drugs and their prognoses to no avail, wondering if these issues speak to some “underlying problem.”
What that is, we’re trying to figure out. But, in the end, Dr. Sokol is great and all, but frankly, where is my Dr. House?