1. The Beginning

Working in the yard was a way to deal with my anquish over a job that ended. I dug, planted, weeded,trimmed, whatever could keep me busy while obsessing over what had happened. I did an amazing job, better than anyone else I was told but still, I guess being that good was threatening. Nothing new to me.
So, I spent three months of the summer with my hands in the dirt. Trimming my cuticles of hang- nails had been a normal behavior for a long time. It's what girls do. Like painting your nails, flossing your teeth, looking at your pimples, you know, girl stuff. Getting my manicure and gel nails put on and filled had been going on for over a decade and the only issue that had come up was an occasional fungal spot that would show up like a purplish green spot somewhere on the nail bed, nothing that didn't go away fairly easy during my manicure sessions by opening up the product and cleaning the area. Simple.
I began to notice the skin on the finger tip started to look like it had been soaking in water for an hour, white, loose, puffy skin that peeled off easily. I tried several over the counter topical products for yeast growth and also products for swelling and itching. Nothing effected it. It started on just two fingers on each hand, the same fingers. Gradually it infested all my finger tips, not the nail bed or under the nail.
Once the skin was removed, the area was sensitive because the layers were now thinner so it made my finger tips tender and injury more likely.
My Naturpath took a culture after this had gone on for over a year only to find out it was some sort of fungus. OK, so now what?