Beauty Is Not EVEN Skin Deep!

When my kids were each in 1st grade, one of their assignments was to make a relief map of Texas. You've probably done something similar: you know, the flour/salt/water combo that you shape into various degrees of lumpiness for a three-dimensional model.

That's what my chin looks like.

I don't know how I can be so lucky cursed blessed in this glorious time of my life to have both barnacles of old age and acne that is worse than anything I ever experienced in my teens.

So off to the dermatologist I went this morning to get some drugs treatment.

And yes, while I was there I did tell him what a lovely brochure that was about those barnacles and how that made me feel so special. He laughed and said (1) he didn't write it, and (2) he's had them too so it can't be old age! (He's about 4 years older than I am.)

As it turns out, I have a classic case of perioral dermatitis. NEWS FLASH: Please note that the linked American Academy of Dermatology website says that this mostly affects YOUNG women! Take that, ye olde barnacles!!

The doctor said it's probably caused by hormones. Great. Haywire hormones: just what I need! And it is also probably what is causing my little eye problem to keep flaring up.

So he gave me a prescription for antibiotics plus some samples to start right away and sent me on my way.

Well, almost.

You see, he had a newbie greenhorn resident with him. So he had to explain it all to her. In great detail. And then he said those fateful words.

"You know, I want to take a picture of your chin. No one will even know it's yours."

So out of the room he goes and comes back with the camera, zooms in CLOSE, and immortalizes my relief map flare-up so all his upcoming residents will be able to see what a full-blown case looks like.

And no, I did NOT ask for a copy of the picture.

Forget the egg on my face. I'll just be walking around with a paper sack over my head.


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