Reliving the teen years

This acne is going to do me in. On Monday it looked like chicken pox, after the blisters popped. Yes, I had little, itty-bitty scabs all over my face, red swollen bumps, and little white dots. Once the red bumps sprouted white dots, I’d scratch them, and then they’d bleed and form scabs. The good news seems to be that once a bump is gone, it’s really gone. My face is not quite so all-over-red like it was 2 weeks ago, and not quite so hot and itchy like it was last week. Oh, it’s still itchy, just not find-the-Brillo-pad itchy like before. I feel like a science experiment. I guess it’s getting better, although not quick enough to suit me. I was instructed by my oncologist to avoid oily products on my face, since that would compound the acne. I’ve done that, and I’ve gotten dry skin as my reward. Which sounds like good news, right? Dry skin = less acne. While that is true, my skin is over 40, and desperately needs moisture. In these last couple of weeks, I’ve avoided my favorite moisturizers, and boy, does it show! My fine lines have turned into magnificent lines. Apparently, I have laughed a lot in my 40+ years, and maybe that’s not such a bad thing to advertise, after all. And now I am through talking about the acne. Moving on. . .

I went to see the oncologist on Tuesday. There wasn’t much to discuss; the bloodwork looked normal (whatever that is), and we decided to change the antibiotic to a pill rather than a gel. The gel was keeping me from getting infection, but a pill may work better to actually clear up this face. We shall see. I have another appointment in 2 weeks.

So no bad news this time, which is good news. And it’s about time for some good news! Thanks for being here.

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