Good-bye to the drug that's been causing havoc on my face. Today is my last day using you.
My face stings and itches so I go to the pharmacy to buy some Benadryl. I decide to brave it and go out without makeup. Face totally bare.
I come home and see Mike, the handyman. He looks at me and says, "Wow. What happened? Did you fall? You look injured."
And later today I have to be seen in public again. Zelia and I have tickets to see Oslo.
I have resisted going, despite recommendations from good friends who have loved it.
But a three hour politically-themed play, mostly featuring men talking, does not appeal to me.
I'd rather be home, with nothing on my face but Aquaphor, reading (and loving) Dennis Lehane's new book, Since We Fell.
I meet Zelia at Lincoln Center. I comment before she does, "I know. My face looks awful." She suggests wearing some make-up. I am.
Oslo is a smart, impeccably acted play. It is complicated and historically interesting. It has humor, drama, and intrigue. I find it boring. It's too talky, too long, and too complex. I am glad I saw it but can't say I loved it. Perhaps my taste is not sophisticated enough to appreciate the play's brilliance.
I'm happy when Oslo ends and I can come home and apply more moisturizer to my face.
Tonight I use the medicine for the last time (I hope).
It'll be nice now to get up, and know that every day my face will be getting a little bit better rather than a little bit worse.
Some friends have asked why I'm posting such awful pictures of myself. Three reasons.
- If my blog is to be honest, then why not?
- Since this involves no one else, I 'm not offending anyone. And finally,
- In case anyone else needs to use efudex, they will have an idea on what to expect, although each case is different.
So here it is. Last day. Future photos should be a lot less frightening.
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