Your epidermis is showing!

In the continuing saga of my red, reptilian skin, I got a call today from the hospital saying there was a cancellation, and asked if I could make an appointment this afternoon at an office much closer than my previously scheduled doctor. I accepted, and spent 45 minutes with Dr. Leonardo Marini, a dermatologist, in Roveredo. After a quick examination, he seems to think I have a form of psoriasis, despite a lack of family history. He also seems to think it's stress-related. He prescribed an antibiotic, an oil-based cleanser for showering, a post-shower moisturiser, and some other drug to counteract any side-effects of the antibiotic. Plus, he's ordered three injections to be given in 15-day intervals. He also recommended taking a 20-minute bath twice a week while adding sunflower oil to the water. Furthermore, he wants me to go to his main office in Trieste (125 km away!) to get a skin biopsy. I almost think he's trying to make money off the U.S. military. The biopsy means they'll punch out a layer of skin for diagnosis, requiring stitches. As I've been pretty lucky in my 33 years on this Earth, I've never had stitches before; and because of this, I'm a little nervous. I'm almost wondering if all this is really worth it. Keeping up with the schedule of when I'm taking all these pills is exhausting enough. Stress-related, indeed. Maybe I should just forget the whole thing and wear long sleeves and pants for the rest of my life.