The next round of testing was called patch testing. I was about to undergo a week long process, the first step being a review of allllll my products. That's right, I became an airport employee's worst nightmare. Liquids? Yes. Aerosols? Yes. The entire contents of your bathroom? Yes.
The first day, the doctor and his team set off to find the ingredients list for all of my belongings. Which meant by visit number two, they would be ready cover me in tiny little activated samples of my own products and many many many more. Some of these patches would need to be exposed to light so along with being covered for days, I was also lead into a "light box" on day two. This was an interesting experience in and of itself because it's a tiny space and lined top to bottom with lights that heat you up. I felt very close to bread after this, imagining that this MUST be what it feels like to be stuck in a toaster. Poor little toast!
On top of that, your skin has to be (mostly) covered except for what you're purposely exposing. I was cool with getting a sheet wrapped around my feet and hands but then we got to the last step. The last step is is putting a pillow case OVER YOUR HEAD. Sure, that's not the least bit scary... I think it's very important to note that none of this was mentioned prior to my arrival in New York. I've learned you have to watch doctors, they are a bit tricky.
Throughout the week I got a bit itchier but honestly the hardest part (besides exposing your bum to everyone - yes, they were on my bum too - yes, this is a teaching hospital) is that you can't take a shower from Monday to Friday. My dear sweet mom was willing to wash my hair in the tub daily thank goodness, but it's really no substitute for a shower. I'm not going to say people left when I got on the subway but Friday couldn't come soon enough! For now, here's a picture of exactly what went into this testing. Good times!