As you may have heard, I got this weird rash on my face. First my doctor thought it was Lupus. Then after my blood work came back negative for that (but positive for me!) he wrote me a $60 prescription. I used it and it didn’t get rid of my rash.
I went back last week. Now, he thinks maybe it’s rosacea. So he wrote me a prescription for that. This time it was $90. Unless he can write me a complimentary prescription to clear up my nagging case of broke-ass, I’m not paying it, so I’m going to try to treat it on my own with Dr. Mom’s home remedies.
Then I decided to quit having my bake stand at the Farmer’s Market. I am not a quitter, but the stress of everything on top of everything else was too much, and the market stand was kind of pushing me into Crazyville. The day I decided to quit, my rash got 50% better.
Anyway, I still have this lingering rash in patches here and there, that I thought were relatively unnoticeable. Probably because it looks so much better. Tonight, however, Little Miss Observant McMicroscopicEyeBalls, a.k.a. Ruby Banks, noticed it was still there. Here is how she decided to comfort her poor, red, bumpy mother:
RUBY: Mom, are you going to go back to the doctor so he can get rid of that rash?
ME: No, I’m going to try to get rid of it on my own.
RUBY: Well, I think it might be time for you to buy a new face.
ME: Excuse me?!?!
RUBY: (With the smirkiest little smirk that you ever did see) Well, don’t worry. You can just get a new face but put your old hair back on.
ME: Thanks.
I am HILARIOUS!
On the bright side, I think she did unveil another source of stress that could be contributing to my face rash. I’m not pointing fingers but her name starts with “R” and ends with “uby.”
IrRASHionally yours,
Lora
