Saturday, February 14, 2015

The week in Phone Pics

 It's Valentine's Day week! I can't remember if I posted this before, but I made a quick little Valentine craft for the studio. Little hearts with all of my students names!
 Technically this was last week, but whatever. On Friday afternoon I went to a new Dermatologist, it had been several years since I had last saw one and knew I needed to get checked out. Thankfully my skin is ok, but while I was there I was mentioning to him how much I HATED the sun spot on my face. Years of trying to be a different color than what God made me, not great for the skin! He mentioned that he had a lightening/bleach spray that he could do. And he would do a trial of it there and if i liked the results I could make an apt to come back for another one. Sure why not!

SWEET.MERCY. It HURT! He sprayed it on my face and it felt like he was cutting out the spot with the world's biggest knife. Pain. Serious pain.

I get home and realized that my face and the spot is starting to puff up.

By the next day, the left side of my face was so swollen I looked like the elephant man. It was TERRIBLE. I went thru a drive thru that afternoon and the girl who helped me kept staring at me in horror. It was then I knew I would NOT be going to church the next day! ha!

By Monday it had gone from bad to worse and gotten infected. Glorious. Let this be my words of wisdom, STAY OUT OF THE SUN! WEAR SPF! You do NOT want this stuff sprayed on your face!

Because of it's nastiness I was instructed to clean it multiple times a day and keep it covered. A bandaid on the face. I feel like Nelly circa 2001. I decided that everyone was going to be staring at me anyway and asking why i had a bandaid on my face so i might as well wear a colorful one. 

Did I mention it's still puffy and struggling with being swollen on the spot? So in addition to my hottness I have to ice my face a few times a day to help reduce the swelling.

Again I say, WEAR SUNSCREEN. Being tan is cute when you're in your teen years but the repercussions when you are only in your early 30s are not fun, not cute and very painful. End PSA.
 Saturday when I woke up all Elephanty like I swore I heard someone in my back yard. I looked through the blinds and saw a man climbing out of the tree. No clue who he was. I am guessing with the phone or power company.

 He strung new cables in my back yard and my front yard. And I kept my blinds closed so I did not horrify him with my elephant face.

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