So, I said I would update you all on the progress on my face, and, I am pleased to announce that the scab finally fell off today, leaving me with a small red mark that was easily covered with make-up.
Why didn't I just cover the original spot with make-up, you ask?
I did! But, no matter how thickly I trowled it on, the spot still showed through!
Anyway, I am a very pleased customer and will be giving appropriate kudos to my dermatologist. And, just because I love you, I am going to post what is, undeniably, the least attractive picture of myself ever to grace the internet. You're welcome.
That's the "before" picture, with the spot in all it's glory, despite a generous spackling of Benefit's Erase Paste.
It's also because I love you guys that I spared you a close-up photo of the scab, prior to it finally jettisoning itself from my face. Again, you're welcome.
So, this was taken today, sometime around 2:00ish, which is generally about the time the make-up that I carefully applied at 5:00 a.m. somehow slides off my face, evaporating into the ozone layer, or going to foundation heaven, or, wherever the hell it is that make-up goes when it disappears from your face; I'm sure there is a scientific explanation for it, but, we don't have time for that. The point is, I am wearing very little in the way of coverage and the spot is nowhere to be seen.
That, my friends, is co-pay money well spent.
Thus endeth the saga of the spot.