Mystifying (1828)

The following weekend, I sought out to visit my doctor about my unusual problem.
He took the time to examine my fingers carefully, concentrating on each cuticle.
My skin was peeling, yes, but by the look in his eyes, it seemed as if there was nothing to it.
As if the problem was a lack of vitamins or too much time in the sun.
That maybe I had made up a crazy scenario to justify an explanation or to humor
my beloved wife.
However, when my doctor spoke, he raised his head and asked,
"Mr Walker, have you ever heard of a Flaysire before?" Never before, have I heard,
a scientific doctor speak such mystifying words. "No, doctor, I have not.
What does that have to concern with my hands?"
My doctor let a moment of silence reach both of us as our eyes concentrated each other.
My doctor, without even uttering another word on the matter, or giving me a
moment to reason with his bizarre nature, handed me a prescription from his cold, apathetic hands.
"Lexarall"
At first, I assumed nothing of it, that the rest of my concern stayed with my doctor.
However, I was mistaken as the events of that night played out.