My recent allergic reaction has gotten MUCH better but has left me very red faced. Like you know when something EXTREMELY embarrassing happens and you turn 30 shades of red? That is me. Constantly. While it is still burning and very painful, the swelling is way better so for that I am thankful. I went back to my doctor today because the redness concerned me but she said I just need to be patient. Silly doctor, patience isn’t a prescription. She said she wouldn’t give me more steroids as that would only mask the problem and would set me up for a bad rebound. As frustrating as it is to just sit here in pain and wait, I’m thankful that she isn’t one of those doctors who just pumps me full of steroids and sends me on my way.
I’ve been surprised (not pleasantly) at some of the comments I’ve gotten regarding my appearance. People never cease to amaze me with their lack of tact.
“What’s wrong with your face?”
“You better get that mess (pointing to my face) figured out before your wedding or your pictures will look terrible!”
“You look like a raccoon”
“You look like you just spent a week in the sun without sunblock”
“Did you know that your face is red?”
And my personal favorite? When the same person walks by over and over again, makes a pouty lip, and points to my face. No words- just points, pouts, and walks by.
True, I’m going to be more sensitive to people’s comments because I’M the one dealing with the redness/pain, but saying things like “you better get that mess figured out” is uncalled for. I pray I have never said something so insensitive to someone who may be dealing with a physical or emotional issue, I’d like to think my social awareness is a little more fine tuned than that.
I’m considering making a press release to the general public. It would look something like this:
Thank you for your concern regarding my face. To answer several of your questions, yes, I do know my face is red. I know this because I am one of those fortunate humans who owns a mirror. If by chance I skipped looking at myself in the mirror this morning, don’t you worry your pretty little head. I can literally feel the heat coming off of my face and the burning sensation is constant. Even talking and smiling hurts, so I am aware of the red.
Thank you for reminding me that my wedding is in 5 weeks and I am going to have thousands of photos taken of me. Can you believe it?? I haven’t even THOUGHT about the fact that one of the most important days of my life is in 5 weeks and I look like a cherry tomato. In case you missed it, that was sarcastic.
If you feel the overwhelming desire to relate me to an animal, please pick something sexy like a jaguar or an animal that at least makes sense given my appearance, like a flamingo or a red fox. A raccoon? What is this, amateur hour?
While I truly do appreciate the kind words and well wishes from friends and coworkers, the literal pointing and pouting is a little much. Shall I start pointing to your body parts that I disapprove of and frown like a little girl whose ice cream cone was just stolen from her fat little fingers? That game could get fun real quick!
Again, thank you to those of you who are genuinely interested in my well-being and health. I appreciate the support, kind smiles, and offers to help in any way possible. I don’t mind telling you “what is wrong with my face”, but maybe try asking it in a different way. A way that shows you have an ounce of tact and doesn’t make me want to hit you with the ginormous jug of moisturizer that has become more of an accessory to me lately than my dang purse.