Life Looks A Little Boring, Let's Try Leprosy!


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In the past few days, my face has rapidly been taken over by small open weeping spots. It rather looks like I have chicken pox. Except there is no swelling or discoloration surrounding the spots. There are just random spots on my neck, ears and face that weep and ooze. They refuse to scab over and despite my best makeup skills, aren't concealed to well.

I found out that it's ipetigo which is caused because of staph (a strain of which is making its rounds at work). Its lovely to know these things, but it doesn't take away the fact I look like I've been attacked by a flock of gnats. Or that the itching is becoming so unbearable I'm about to cry.

I want to pin a sign on my forehead "These Aren't Zits. I Do Wash My Face. This Isn't My Fault."

But I can't. And they itch. And all this pain is starting to give me a headache. (Or is it the clenching of my teeth trying to ignore it?) They are starting to get a little deeper and chunks of my skin seem to be slowly eroding. I know in reality it isn't all that bad. But I'm not dealing with it to well.

How would you deal if you were suddenly given the skin of a fifteen year old boy?


3 Responses to “Life Looks A Little Boring, Let's Try Leprosy!”

  1. Anonymous Vulgar Wizard 

    I'm suffering from a nasty poison ivy rash as we speak, so I know where you're comin' from, and it ain't no fun! I'm going to the doctor today for a shot. This sucks!

  2. Anonymous Andrew 

    It's better than actually BEING a 15 year old boy :)

    But yeah.....that def stinks.....Hives & Ithchies & Poison Ivyness all are no fun.

  3. Anonymous Mikey 

    "There are just random spots on my neck, ears and face that weep and ooze." is the sexiest phrase ever written on the internet. Congrats, kid!

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