It wasn't really a zit. It was more of a cyst. A growth. A red pocket of pus, pain and embarrassment.
I felt very sorry for myself. I felt very sorry for everyone who has had to look at me this week.
I wish it would have been acceptable for me to work from home this week while it healed, but, alas, I had to inflict by unsightly countenance on the populace.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Great Post Gal! Have you ever checked out Dr. Pimple Popper? She is on Youtube and Instagram. https://www.instagram.com/drpimplepopper/?hl=en https://www.youtube.com/user/DrSandraLee -Glad I'm not a teenager and that I no longer get my monthly visitor. :)
ReplyDeleteOuch! Hope it disappears soon!
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