As many young adolescence I was blessed with unfortunate acne problems. I had really bad acne. Not the huge pulsing kinda; you know the ones with their own heart beat? Yeah, none of those. Just small and consistent. Always there, always visible and never ending. I was about 15 when enough was enough. The time in your life where everything and anything is life altering and completely over emphasized. Acne for me was a life or death situation; I was miserable, and everyone around me suffered because of it. Oh the drama! I was so melodramatic during the whole ordeal really.
Lucky for me my mom was very supportive. I think it was primarily for her own sanity, but we’ll go with it, m’kay? She made doctors appointments for me, tried various acne topical solutions and medications which only decreased the severity to an extent. As a very impatient teenager that was NOT enough. I was livid and all, why me!? why is this happening to me? I hate life. I hate this. Kill me know!
My mom must have hit her breaking point. It was either throttle me and put and end to my drama queen antics or put out the big bucks for Accutane. Acctane is a severe form of acne mediation with likewise side effects; did that matter? Nope. I didn’t care. I wasn’t disturbed by the fact that it required quarterly blood tests for liver damage and the risk of depression or other side effects including, but not limited to dryness of skin, lips and mucous membranes, skin fragility, skin peeling, rash, nose bleeds, dry eyes, eye irritation, conjunctivitis (pink eye), and hair thinning.
None of that was a concern to me. Apparently I thought my acne was bad enough that I could (and would) suffer through losing my hair with my skin flaked off all I while I had pink eye and nose bleeds! MUCH more attractive if I do say so myself. All that would have been better then acne? What a moron.
How could I have thought that acne was that bad? The risks I was willing to take to get rid of a couple bumps on my face.
Then this morning.
I woke up to a visitor.
A pimple the size of a newborn on my chin.
Mike has been begging to pop it all day.
I think it may have its own heart beat. Seriously. It just might this time.
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