The Diaries Of A Sweaty Girl

As you guys know, I was supposed to have the ETS Surgery to remove the sweating of my hands and hopefully help the sweating on my feet this past summer. However, the surgery was unexpectedly cancelled because of my insurance, which as some suffering for hyperhidrosis may know was devastating for me, especially because insurance classified the surgery as "cosmetic" surgery, which for those suffering from this know it most definitely is not. It is something I have been dealing with my whole life.

My uncle is a surgeon that deals with sweat glands, and knowing my disappointment and frustration offered to remove my arm pit sweat glands. It was a simple, easy surgery and recovery was quick!

Although the surgery reduced my under arm sweating, I still sweat dramatically at my arm pits. He told me about this new, exciting technology called "miraDry". I think the best part about miraDry is that it is not surgery!

He is opening up a clinic in Arizona in February, so hopefully I can make it down and try out this new treatment. I will let you know how it goes!

For the meantime, check out the website!!

This morning, my hands were dry. Oh how I cherish these moments! Dry anything is like Christmas-- better even! Because they were dry, I decided to cover them with a hyperhidrosis victim's death sentence-- lotion. I always hesitate when doing this, because I know that a little bit of moisture will cause my whole body to begin sweating. And once you begin sweating, you know there is no stopping the rage of hyperhidrosis. Well, I put it on anyway and walked out into the arctic cold.

As I began walking up "freshman hill", I noticed it was covered in a thick layer of ice-- a death sentence to more than just people with hyperhidrosis. All of the sudden, the "I never sweat" girl next to me slipped and fell! How embarrassing. As she was saying a storm of many blasphemous words which I will not repeat on this blog, I could not help but chuckle a little. Nevertheless, I offered her a hand up. 

While doing so, I seemed to neglect one problem: lotion. 

Oh yeah, and I have hyperhidrosis.

I am now considering being a mathematician because I have figured out an equation:

Lotion + sweat + cold = almost frozen solid, slippery hands.

As she grasped my hand, the sliding began. I tried to get a grip on her and the situation as much as possible until it happened. Down we both went into the depths of the icy ground. 

Whoops.

My efforts to help had suddenly turned into efforts to kill.

Whatever, I'm still beautiful.

Xoxo,

Sweaty and Hawt.