Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Zit Happens!!


 
Sometimes I hear what my wife says, and sometimes I don’t. Most times, however, I hear part of what she says and just go with that. It is not a safe way to live and/or survive marriage but I’m fortunate enough to have a very tolerant wife who takes ALL of my many faults with a grain of salt and still loves me anyway. Yes, most of the time my inability to listen drives her insane but at certain times the consequences of the half-information that I ingest affect only me and she can at least laugh about those instances.

 
This is one of those times.

 
For whatever reason, whenever the seasons change my body reacts in a horrible way. My allergies act up, my face breaks out, and I lose my hair. Well, okay, maybe the changing seasons don’t cause me to lose hair, but I’ll take any excuse I can get to explain this travesty atop my noggin. Anyway, those first two items are true and, as a result, right now I look like I am smack dab in the middle of puberty once again. As if puberty wasn’t hellish enough the first time through my body seems to relish in reminding me just how awkward those teenage years were by giving me a good dose of blemishes every year at this time.

 
Normally I can deal with this dilemma as I am used to the occasional breakout, but every once in a while one particular zit comes around that drives me nuts. It hurts, I can’t do anything with it, and it just sits there looking large, red, and 100% awkward.  Back in my younger days I would mess with the stupid thing and attempt to get rid of it until I had essentially bruised the area and made the situation exponentially worse. These days, by way of a lifetime of dealing with this crap, I know enough that I can typically wait it out and get it at just the right time.   

 
I know this.

 
Sure enough, this fall is no different and for the past week I have been dealing with my bi-annual breakout. Like I said, I know how to handle this and am confident enough to deal with a few noticeable blemishes until they run their course. It’s just what happens to me and I’m fine with it. That doesn’t mean, however, that I always do what I know is best. Nor does this mean that I won’t try different things in order to “fix” my problem.

 
This is where listening to my wife comes in.

 
Carol has had a long standing theory that works very well for her in times like these. Her theory is that if you have a zit that is harboring its nasty little self deep under your skin where you can feel it almost to the point of it hurting but it won’t fully develop, you can hold a hot washcloth against the spot to bring it out more in order to eliminate it. I had always (for no good reason other than it hadn’t been my idea) doubted this theory and was hesitant to try it. Lo and behold though, after years of doubt I tried it a while back and it worked wonders. Of course, at that time I was under Carol’s adult supervision and she had been there to assist me along the way.

 
And, as she was giving me the instructions, I didn’t fully listen.

 
This brings us to last Sunday afternoon. Ben and I had spent the morning shopping for his Halloween costume and running some general errands. Carol was at work so we essentially had the entire day to go on a hike, play at the park, go to the zoo or Six Flags, or any other outdoor event we wanted as it was a beautiful day outside. So, as I was sitting there watching TV in between my morning and afternoon naps I reached up to scratch my nose. At the moment my finger touched the tip of my nose my entire body jumped at the sheer sensation of being jolted with about 1.21 gigawatts of electricity. After the pain subsided and I had changed my now-soiled pants I, of course, reached up to the exact same spot to put myself through that intense pain once again. Yes, I had a zit. And it was a doozy!!

 
My immediate reaction: try to pop it. I quickly went to the bathroom mirror to look at what I had. The area was a little red but it hurt like the dickens. Given my history with this I knew right then that I couldn’t pop it and would just have to wait it out. Being the stubborn ass that I am though, I had to at least give it one shot and see if I could take care of this bad boy. Due to the tears flowing from my eyes every time I ever so gently touched it, however, I was unable to eliminate it properly and had irritated it even more. Now, instead of just being a little red, it was glowing a bright shade of red and making my already bulbous nose seem that much more bulbousy.

 
I knew immediately that I needed to do something with this. It hurt, I resembled Rudolph, and I wasn’t going to be able to stop thinking about it until it was gone. There was no way I could wait this baby out. I had to go back to Carol’s tried and true method of the hot washcloth.

 
Did I mention that Carol wasn’t home like the last time I did this?

 
What Carol had told me as she walked me through the steps and I had done perfectly the last time was to get a cup of water, put it in the microwave to heat up the water, and then dip parts of the washcloth into the hot water before applying it to the troubled spot on your face. Seems simple enough.

 
What I had heard, however, was get a cup of water, put it in the microwave until the water is boiling, and then dip parts of the washcloth into the hot water before applying it to the troubled spot on my face.

 
Did you notice that word “boiling” there?

 
Just so you know and so that you don’t have to find this out later by trying it yourself, I’m going to drop a little wisdom on you right now. Boiling water is hot and, whether it is in a pot on the stove or whether it is on a washcloth that has just been dipped into a cup of said water and applied to the troubled spot on your face, it will burn you.  It will burn you and it will hurt.

 
As I put it on my face I noticed the pain immediately. I didn’t think it had hurt like this the last time but, then again, my prior zit hadn’t hurt like this one did either. After that pain subsided and I felt the water slowing cooling down, I dipped the washcloth back into the water (more deeply this time to get MORE water on there to REALLY get the job done) and applied the soaking steaming washcloth to my face. Yes, it made me tear up a little (a lot) and, yes, I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I was pretty sure it was working so I held it there. I held it there and then I did it again. And again.

 
Apparently, this was dumb

 
Needless to say, my zit is gone. Yep, I burned that sumbitch directly off my face. Along with the zit, however, I also burned away a small chunk of skin which immediately scabbed over and now makes having a small red zit on the end of my nose seem much more desirable. The pain has subsided and I am, as of today, able to wash my face without crying, but my massive ego has taken a shot and I will have this soon to be scar on my nose as a constant reminder. It will be a reminder that sometimes zits happen. It will be a reminder to trust my instincts and that sometimes you just have to let that zit run its course. And, it will also be a reminder that I should never EVER try doing anything my wife has told me to do without her right there, by my side, giving me step by step instructions.  

 
She’s usually right anyway.

 
And, I’m generally an idiot.