Let's get real up in here.
I could muse about the fact that tonight is New Year's Eve. (An overrated holiday, I think.) I could muse about the joy of being with family over this lovely holiday vacation. (True, but not today.) I could muse about all the holiday bills. (Ah!) I could muse about the fact that my newly tailored jeans are cutting off my circulation. (See here and here for reasons why.) I could muse about the excitement over my upcoming trip. I could muse about many things, but today I can only think of one: acne.
I was a teenager who had good skin. I was a twenty something who had good skin. Now I am nearly 30, and my skin is out of control, on fire, blowing up, going to crazy town.
While this sounds like an entirely melodramatic, first world, utterly superficial rant, I have never really felt as horribly self-conscious and miserable as I have over the past few weeks. Not only do I look a hot mess, but my face hurts like a biotch! I decided that I needed to stop using my current brand of make-up because I scoured the internet and decided that that could have caused/been exacerbating the problem. So, I went and bought a new concealer and wanted to make sure that it was acne safe (if such a thing exists) and the make-up lady said, "Oh yes. I see that acne you're talking about." Um, thanks. As if I wasn't sure it was still there.
Next, I went to the doctor who barely looked over in my direction before prescribing an arsenal of remedies, so I thought, Okay, Meredith, get a grip. This is going to be okay. The next day I was armed and ready, and I started using Retin-A, the hot commodity of acne meds for people of a certain age because it is also an anti-aging treatment; I applied with high hopes. But now, seemingly one millions spots later, I am beginning to wonder if this is a tube of poison. What I've read and been told implies that this horror potion will take weeks (probably at least a month) to start working and in the meantime, things will get worse. Well, they have.
I have no words of wisdom, no miracle cure to recommend, and seemingly no hope as I believe this acne is spreading and will soon eat off my entire face.
But, I am handy with a make-up brush, folks, so I can still venture out in public. At least for the moment.