Delaware Dermatology PA

In my ongoing quest to eliminate the OMG WTF off my left forearm, the Medical Aid Unit in Smyrna referred me here when I went back to report that it was no better and the meds they gave me made me crazy (predisone, look up the side effects).
At first, when I called, they said they could fit me in next Tuesday, but when I explained (slightly hysterically) that this had been ongoing for 10 days and that I’d be completely out of my mind by next Tuesday, they instead offered to fit me in at 11:20, which was only 2 hours away.
The waiting room was a little crazy, small and nearly full, with an odd assortment of people. By odd, I mean that the elderly woman sitting across from me was nonstop heckling the people around us under her breath in between nitpicking her husband. At one point, she took a little pair of scissors out of her bag and trimmed a mutant nose hair off her husband that she’d noticed, but he hadn’t. And the guy over on the other side of me, who looked to be in his 90s, kept marching in place from a seated position and Jesus Christing under his breath every time someone else was summoned out of the waiting room to points beyond. And there was a muted video of dermatological procedures playing on a tiny TV in the corner, which wasn’t quite as gross as it could have been, all things considered, but still a pretty odd choice.
But, I did get called back fairly quickly (before Mr Jesus Christ) and saw the PA, then a quick peek from the doctor, then three more new prescriptions and a diagnosis of «hyperreaction to some kind of bug bite», and I was on my way. And the new prescriptions resulted in a nearly instant massive improvement in my symptoms, so color me happy.