Zit Update!

So I went to the dermatologist this afternoon.  And I’m sitting in one of the rooms, and the Nurse Practioner comes in looking at my chart, gives me just a tiny glance and keeps reading, and without looking up she says, “So why are you here today?”  So I say, “Because of THIS,” and point to the enemy on my chin.  And I’m not kidding you or exaggerating in the slightest when I say that when she looked up, her eyes widened suddenly, she moved back in her chair slightly, and said, “WOW!” as if the thing on my chin were alive and planning on going after her next.

So yeah.  Right away, I’m feeling great about this visit.

Anyway, once she gathered up the courage, she approached me with one of those welder masks that dermatologists wear to inspect my tumor more closely.  And all she kept saying, over and over, was, “Ohh – you poor thing.”

So finally, I was like, “What the hell IS that thing?  I’ve never had such an intruder on my face before.  And it hurts and it woke me up in the night.”  And she said, “Well, it’s just a really cystic blemish, and we probably need to drain it.”  And I’m thinking that I will basically do ANYTHING to get rid of this thing, so I said, “Yes, please.  Drain away.”  So she called in the actual dermatologist to come look at it, and the dermatologist reacted in the same exact way, recoiling at first and then just showering me with pity.  So she told me that if it were on my back, she’d drain it, but since it’s in a hugely obvious place on my face, she’d rather shoot a combination of antibiotic and anti-inflammatory stuff in there.  So I said, “Yes, please.  Shoot away.”

Meanwhile, I had also noticed that the intruder’s baby sister had decided to pay a visit to her older and fatter brother, and was settling in nicely right next door, on the opposite side of my chin.  I pointed this out to both the NP and doctor, and they decided they’d shoot the baby sister too.  YAY!

So when they came back with the shot, I had already made myself comfortable on the table, and they prepared me for how much it was going to hurt and sting, which it totally did, but I was seriously at a point where they could have come at me with a table knife and told me they’d need to just very slowly saw it off, and I would have been very agreeable to that.

Now I’m home, and $150 poorer because of the topical goo they prescribed me, and the constellation of cysts remains on my chin.  They told me I should see marked improvement within 48 hours.  I kind of just want to hide in my bed until they go away, but alas, tomorrow’s another work day, and I have more people to face and more humiliation to feel.

You guys, I’m practically FORTY.  Doesn’t that alone qualify me for some reprieve from this kind of hormonal nonsense?

Anyway, thanks for all the support and all of your suggestions.  I hope these shots work and that things seem less painful and less prominent tomorrow.

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