Fluconazole Clotrimazole & Nizoral
I've Seborrheic dermatitis, Bloody thing’s been riding me for years like a parasite that forgot when to die. At first I thought it were just dandruff. Little flakes, bit of itchiness, nothing worth a damn. But nah!turns out your own body can stab you in the back slow enough that you don’t notice ‘til years later. Tried Selsun Blue! Useless. Tried creams, ointments, all that overpriced miracle rubbish. Half of ‘em work for five minutes then the bastard comes crawling back stronger.
Can’t even see a proper dermatologist, oh too expensive. And telling my family? That’s another war entirely. People act like skin problems make you filthy or broken. Funny world, innit?
Then there’s fluconazole. Bloody hell! Took that thing thinking it’d help, and suddenly my chest felt like Homelander himself parked a boot on it. That drug didn’t feel like medicine, felt like chemical warfare. Only thing that’s actually done something is Nizoral. Works decent enough, but Christ, it dries my hair out like a corpse in the desert. Cure one problem, create another. That’s the game.
Now I’ve got clotrimazole on the way. Morning and night, see if the little bastard finally keeps the fungus under control. Oily skin, hot weather, sweating even after two showers a day, feels like the climate itself wants me dead.
And the best part? People call it “just dandruff.” Yeah. And Homelander’s just a bloke in a cape.