A Secret Grave 146: Hives

 

Another question Ramona asked Lloyd was how he had met Dr. Victor Goodlove. When Lloyd seemed surprised, she reminded him that she too had been a client of Victor’s, and she’d spotted Lloyd in the waiting room a couple of times. Had Joe also been a client of Victor’s? “No!” Lloyd responded quickly. Although one reason he’d visited Victor had been to inquire about treatment for Joe’s eyes, Lloyd had read about Victor in an article about alternative methods of dealing with skin ailments, specifically hives, which he’d suffered from badly since his days in Vietnam.

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Uriticaria, James Heilman, MD, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/

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Victor’s clinic was still in Plano, Texas when Lloyd first consulted him. He’d driven Joe to a three day conference in Dallas and thought he’d try his luck and see if the doc had time for him while he was waiting around on Joe. Since Plano was only a 20 minute drive from their hotel, Lloyd got in the car and went straight there. His hives were active, raw, and itchy. He had them on his scalp, his forearms and across his chest, and he thought they were going to drive him crazy. At the clinic he had to deal with Helen Sprouse, the receptionist, who immediately told him there were no openings to see the doctor and “tough shit if he’d driven all the way from Austin, get in line like everyone else.”

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Helen Sprouse, Victor’s receptionist

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Luckily for him, Victor emerged from a back office at that moment. “What’s the problem?” he said, looking Lloyd up and down. He was in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

“This guy doesn’t have an appointment,” Helen said.

“Well, give him one!” Victor barked. “Right now! He needs to see me!”

Lloyd was shown to an examining room where he stripped down to his underwear, lay on a table, and closed his eyes. Victor entered and ran laser lights over him. He felt such relief just at the touch of Victor’s fingers! The hives shrank almost immediately, as did the suffocating tightness in Lloyd’s throat. “You’ll need to take one of these three times a day when you have a flare,” Victor said, handing him a bottle of herbal capsules. “But I don’t expect you to have too much trouble anymore. Your problems are up here.” He tapped Lloyd on the head. “That’s what you need to come see me for.”

 

To be continued…

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Cover photo ~ http://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamadermatology/article-abstract/190746

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