Understanding and Managing Those Painful Red Bumps

As winter is here and summer not long until it arrives, and we’re all eager to soak up the sun. However, for many, the arrival of warmer weather brings with it the unwelcome return of eczema flare-ups. Among the various types of eczema, dyshidrotic eczema can be particularly troublesome, causing those pesky, itchy blisters to erupt on the hands and feet.

Dyshidrotic eczema, also known as pompholyx, is a type of eczema that manifests as tiny, fluid-filled blisters on the palms, sides of the fingers, and soles of the feet.

These blisters often appear suddenly and can be incredibly itchy and painful. While the exact cause remains unknown, it’s believed to be linked to an overactive immune system and may be triggered by certain allergens, irritants, or even stress.

Dyshidrotic eczema primarily affects adults between the ages of 20 and 40, with women being more commonly affected than men. Individuals with a history of atopic dermatitis (the most common type of eczema), hay fever, or other allergic conditions are more susceptible to developing this condition.

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