Sun-04-03-2018, 20:34 PM
Thanks everyone. I really appreciate this. This is the first time ever I have registered in a forum like this for something so private, I am a bit overwhelmed with such prompt responses, support, and pointers. There seems to be some GPs around Oxford Circus who don't seem to have any long waiting times to visit and the pointer from jiml to jump the hoop from there to Guys and St Thomas's looks very promising. I checked the potential private insurance the potential employer might offer, they are not good unfortunately, so have to rely on the NHS system.
I briefly lived in the UK eons ago. My favourite barber in Uxbridge told me he spotted something wrong in my head. My GP told me it was nothing, just some spot. Soon some other spot appeared in my leg. The substitute GP told me it was nothing, dry skin, just put some lotion.
All of a sudden, my whole body was covered with I did not knew with what. I did not trust my surgery anymore in the UK. I flew to Germany (where my wife was working and hand some private insurance that covered me). They diagnosed it for what it is. I kept flying back to Germany for hospital visits and treatments. As my first son was about to be born, I decided to move back to Germany. Found a job at some stage while trying to do some freelancing.
I hid my condition from my employer in Germany and spent annual vacation times in places like Bad Bentheim, Bad Fulda, Ludwig-Maximilian Clinic etc. Even in Blue Lagoon (Iceland) in desperation and still carry the scars from there when my mother died and was in no position to travel from there to see her.
After seeing an array of dermatologists in Germany ("top" ones thanks to my wife's insurance and "ordinary" ones thanks to my state insurance), someone prescribed Stelara and it restored some kind of quality of life.
My Irish dermatologist tried to put me on something called Otezla, the psoriasis came back with extreme vengeance, Stelara it is I told him. He suggested something called Cosentyx, I said no. Something has been working for a while, you wanted to experiment, disaster happens.
Now potentially back to UK because I have to feed my stomach. I am very concerned given my health condition complicating this. As I understand from the replies, even postal codes matter in UK now.
I apologise to everyone here, it was not my intention to reveal my recent life story or elicit any kind of sympathy. I am just very tired dealing with all these. I just wanted to put my thoughts somewhere someplace.
I briefly lived in the UK eons ago. My favourite barber in Uxbridge told me he spotted something wrong in my head. My GP told me it was nothing, just some spot. Soon some other spot appeared in my leg. The substitute GP told me it was nothing, dry skin, just put some lotion.
All of a sudden, my whole body was covered with I did not knew with what. I did not trust my surgery anymore in the UK. I flew to Germany (where my wife was working and hand some private insurance that covered me). They diagnosed it for what it is. I kept flying back to Germany for hospital visits and treatments. As my first son was about to be born, I decided to move back to Germany. Found a job at some stage while trying to do some freelancing.
I hid my condition from my employer in Germany and spent annual vacation times in places like Bad Bentheim, Bad Fulda, Ludwig-Maximilian Clinic etc. Even in Blue Lagoon (Iceland) in desperation and still carry the scars from there when my mother died and was in no position to travel from there to see her.
After seeing an array of dermatologists in Germany ("top" ones thanks to my wife's insurance and "ordinary" ones thanks to my state insurance), someone prescribed Stelara and it restored some kind of quality of life.
My Irish dermatologist tried to put me on something called Otezla, the psoriasis came back with extreme vengeance, Stelara it is I told him. He suggested something called Cosentyx, I said no. Something has been working for a while, you wanted to experiment, disaster happens.
Now potentially back to UK because I have to feed my stomach. I am very concerned given my health condition complicating this. As I understand from the replies, even postal codes matter in UK now.
I apologise to everyone here, it was not my intention to reveal my recent life story or elicit any kind of sympathy. I am just very tired dealing with all these. I just wanted to put my thoughts somewhere someplace.