My skin is being ravaged.  Eczema has attacked my legs with a vengence.  Large red patches have turned my lower legs into itching areas of agony.  The pain was so bad I thought the MRSA had come back.  Luckily, I've got enough ointment to get it under control and, hopefully get rid of it for a while.   And the combination of eczema and dry skin has turned my fingers into bloody points of pain.  I had to put a rubber glove on my right hand last night at work because my fingers were bleeding on the computer keyboards.  It came on really fast this time with little warning.   A combination of the eczema ointment and hand lotion may take care of my hands.  I hate what my skin does to me.  It raises fear in my co-workers and hinders my work.  And the pain gets in my way.  Why did I have to get all this so late in life?  It would have been easier to deal with it when I was younger so my later years would have been better.  What other trials lie ahead?  And can I deal with them?  I'm beginning to wonder about my quality of life.