Acne
Posted: 2008.11.28 (04:02)
My acne and I are old friends. Well, not friends. I'd say we're intimate enemies, like cellmates who have sweet dreams about shanking eachother. We'd be alright under one roof in theory, but acne just tends to get under my skin.
So I'm going to kill him.
Slow.
At the risk of killing myself.
Acne and I have been having an ongoing battle, with me wielding medication and acne wielding a negative charisma modifier. I have always said that acne is the thing that helps you filter out your shallow friends by having them avoid you but goddammit, I'm gonna smother the little shits. Tazorac didn't do it, Benzoyl Peroxide didn't do it, 400 mg daily Minocyclin didn't do it, and all of these at once (as I have been doing) has stopped working. My acne has evolved to seemingly relish in the poisons I have pushed through my epidermis. And Clearasil does nothing. Nothing. I have badass skin problems that won't be solved by some wussy Clearasil.
So let's bring out the big guns. Little boys, go home, because the grownups have to "talk."
And by "talk" i mean "fuck shit up."
Amnesteem is the name of the drug I am now taking, and it the Duke Nukem of acne medication. This shizz is hardcore. If pregnant women take this pill, then their unborn babies will tie their umbilical cords into little nooses and hang themselves.
YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
I have to fill a bunch of paperwork to make sure I don't give these pills to pregnant ladies. But as a dude, I have nothing to worry about— BACK THE FUCK UP. The stronger a drug is, the more severe the side effects. Amnesteem 'aint gonna make this easy, now. We're gonna have to play some russian roulette first, my acne and I.
Here is a sampling of what this can potentially cause:
Seizures
Stroke
Severe stomach pain
Severe chest pain
Sever bowel pain
Rectal bleeding
Dark urine
Bone loss
YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Not to worry. All that stuff is ridiculously unlikely, and it doesn't start all of a sudden. I'll have a grace period period before I cough a lung inside out. Maybe I'll just cough out a rib first.
But what definitely is going to happen is hella dry skin. If my skin is a battlefield, the Amnesteem is killing absolutely all life so the acne troops have nothing to eat. Chapstick will become my new best friend and if I have nosebleeds, I have to stop taking the pills before I lose all the blood in my body.
Excited? I know I am.
In 2-4 weeks my acne will surface to the top layer of my skin, and then it will be the worst it will be for the rest of my life. Then it will start to go away. And just keep going away. And by the springtime I will be done with the drug, and my acne will either be gone or at least know not to fuck with me. But in the meantime I have to worry about dry skin.
This evening, I looked in the mirror after washing my hands, preparing for dinner. My eyes looked at my forehead, with unassuming mounds, thinking they had won dominance over my skin's territory. I touched the tip of my nose: there was a little bit of dry skin there, flaking off.
"So it begins."
So I'm going to kill him.
Slow.
At the risk of killing myself.
Acne and I have been having an ongoing battle, with me wielding medication and acne wielding a negative charisma modifier. I have always said that acne is the thing that helps you filter out your shallow friends by having them avoid you but goddammit, I'm gonna smother the little shits. Tazorac didn't do it, Benzoyl Peroxide didn't do it, 400 mg daily Minocyclin didn't do it, and all of these at once (as I have been doing) has stopped working. My acne has evolved to seemingly relish in the poisons I have pushed through my epidermis. And Clearasil does nothing. Nothing. I have badass skin problems that won't be solved by some wussy Clearasil.
So let's bring out the big guns. Little boys, go home, because the grownups have to "talk."
And by "talk" i mean "fuck shit up."
Amnesteem is the name of the drug I am now taking, and it the Duke Nukem of acne medication. This shizz is hardcore. If pregnant women take this pill, then their unborn babies will tie their umbilical cords into little nooses and hang themselves.
YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
I have to fill a bunch of paperwork to make sure I don't give these pills to pregnant ladies. But as a dude, I have nothing to worry about— BACK THE FUCK UP. The stronger a drug is, the more severe the side effects. Amnesteem 'aint gonna make this easy, now. We're gonna have to play some russian roulette first, my acne and I.
Here is a sampling of what this can potentially cause:
Seizures
Stroke
Severe stomach pain
Severe chest pain
Sever bowel pain
Rectal bleeding
Dark urine
Bone loss
YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Not to worry. All that stuff is ridiculously unlikely, and it doesn't start all of a sudden. I'll have a grace period period before I cough a lung inside out. Maybe I'll just cough out a rib first.
But what definitely is going to happen is hella dry skin. If my skin is a battlefield, the Amnesteem is killing absolutely all life so the acne troops have nothing to eat. Chapstick will become my new best friend and if I have nosebleeds, I have to stop taking the pills before I lose all the blood in my body.
Excited? I know I am.
In 2-4 weeks my acne will surface to the top layer of my skin, and then it will be the worst it will be for the rest of my life. Then it will start to go away. And just keep going away. And by the springtime I will be done with the drug, and my acne will either be gone or at least know not to fuck with me. But in the meantime I have to worry about dry skin.
This evening, I looked in the mirror after washing my hands, preparing for dinner. My eyes looked at my forehead, with unassuming mounds, thinking they had won dominance over my skin's territory. I touched the tip of my nose: there was a little bit of dry skin there, flaking off.
"So it begins."