I have a problem

I guess I really am turning into my mother.  I'm going to tell you about a medical condition.  I have psoriasis of the scalp.  There.  I said it.  It's bad.  We're talking beyond over the counter shampoo bad and past at least three prescriptions.  I walk around in a constant state of my own little head blizzard, pulling on my shirts and dusting off my shoulders.  It's embarrassing, or it would be if my children left me with any of that important social skill-- the knowledge of how and when to be embarrassed. 
Did you know that there is a dermatologist dearth in the land?  There must be.  I made my appointment the first part of October and only got in to see him on January 3rd.  He spent 5 minutes looking at my head and then wanted to leave.  "Oh, no!" says I.  "I had to wait this long.  You are looking at every suspicious mole and skin problem I have."  p.s.  I have a lot of moles. 
Now I get to go to bed with a shower cap on my head.  Dee-lightful!  I put this medicated oil on my scalp and massage it in, place my (may I say, sexy) plastic shower cap on and go to bed.  In theory.  Ever tried to sleep with a greasy, oiled head cooking inside saran wrap?  I'm a girl who likes her sleep.  A girl that hasn't slept well in 14 years and seriously not well since the house got torn up and the kids spent the last week or so taking turns befouling my German mixing bowls.  So, this morning when I was just a touch grumpy, it was totally excusable.  Right?  RIGHT?!
Anyway.  I'm supposed try this stuff out for a couple of weeks to see if it can't get the psoriasis into some kind of remission.  If not, I might be shaving myself bald and frequenting a tanning booth.  I'll have the tannest, leatheriest head around!  The step beyond that is the really good medicine which has the small side effect of destroying my liver. 
I guess I'm not exactly like my mother since I didn't mention diarrhea, throw up (even though they've both been here this last week), cough in your ear, or complain that I've never been this sick (even though my head has never been this bad) one time.  Ooops.  There I go.  I am my mother.