
“Walking ’round with blue gloves on my hands.”
Karen G, Palo Alto, California. Onset: July 2018 at the age of 56. Posted the following rewrite of “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” to the PRP global community on December 19, 2019. Ho. Ho. Ho
Ears are clogged, I’m not listening.
Hands and feet, they are stiffening.
A real scary sight,
My face feels so tight,
Walking ‘round with blue gloves on my hands.
Gone away are my lashes.
Here to stay are my rashes.
I sting all night long,
I try to stay strong,
Walking ‘round with blue gloves on my hands.
With our skin dust, we can build a snowman.
We buy Aquaphor jars by the pound.
They say, are you sunburnt,
We’ll say, no man,
We have the rarest skin disease in town.
When my skin is on fire.
Clobetasol I desire.
I’ve hoped and I’ve prayed,
That my rash would fade,
Walking ‘round with blue gloves on my hands.