I gave up. In spite of all the signs of approaching fall, the temps have been in the 90's with humidity that could melt stone. In this heat, my poor spotty self became too miserable to bear. Even though I think they are on the run, I've had one uncomfortable night too many. I needed help.
Yesterday, I packed up Undine and was off bright and early to the doc's. He took one look and said "I've seen a lot of that this summer. It's been too hot for too long". Then he threw me a prescription and was out the door telling me over his shoulder to stay cool and dry.
He couldn't have cared less what my spots were all about. He didn't want to hear my carefully rehearsed explanation of what I thought was going on. He knew the only thing to stop spots of any kind were steroids so he gave me $2 worth.
The funny thing is that I've yet to work up the courage to take them. I'm scared to death of pills but it makes me feel better to know they are here. I'm giving some cortisone cream I picked up with the prescription a day or two and if that doesn't do it, I guess I'll just have to put on my big girl panties and take those pills. For now, I've got the AC cranking and the fan blowing. I'm not going out until it cools off. That may be a while.