I got Botox!

No, I totally could have though. Ha. I'm like so against that stuff. How can anyone inject that stuff into their skin without knowing what it'll do in 20 years? Not enough research for me. Ask me in 20 years what I think about it. I can imagine my answer will be similar to "Why? Do you have some? Do you know where I can get some? I don't like to wait in between treatments. I'd rather inject it once a day. Let me know if you come across any because all my Dr's refuse to see me anymore." On to the purpose of this post...

I went to the dermatologist yesterday for an eczema flare-up on my hands (is that sexy or what?). I told Keith to be prepared for me to come back with huge Angelina Jolie lips, LOL. The MA asked, "do you have a job that requires you to wash your hands frequently or would you call yourself an excessive hand washer?". Yes and Yes. I sling poopy diapers for a living!, therefore I wash my hands constantly to avoid pink eye and other fecal related illnesses. Anyway, the Dr. comes in and for a brief moment we lock eyes. She smiles, she looks at my shoes. "Those are the cutest shoes". "Oh, Thanks" I say, trying with all my might to not tell her what a good deal I got on them, which I'm notorious for. :-). You know that. She then says, "Well, you have eczema" (to myself I'm thinking, Thank you Lord I'm not dying...I'm kind of a hypochondriac...aren't we all? No? Just me then.)

She is writing on her prescription notepad with speed and precision (looking at the pad only), mindlessly talking about what she's giving me and when/how to use it. I'm not listening. I'm thinking about my brush with death and I'm relieved. I start to go into "yeah, I knew it was that. I use to have it as a kid on my elbows and I had this little jar of cream that I'd keep in th..." She abruptly asks, without looking up "what are you doing about your acne?" I was stumped. I wasn't prepared to talk about the few pimples that sprouted last week. Geez. I should've asked her "what are you doing with that uni-brow?".

No, she was really nice and helpful and I left with a crapload of samples and prescriptions. It was soooooo fast. I wanted to chit chat. "I thought we were friends! " I wanted to tell her. "YOU LIKED MY SHOES REMEMBER??? Doesn't that mean anything to anyone anymore?" I'm sure they were like 'this person is not here for anything cosmetically enhancing, get rid of her FAST and make her feel bad about herself so that way she will come back and get something done to that raggedy skin of hers'. So, I'm set up to get my face lasered off next week and she said a new one will grow in in a couple of weeks. Hopefully they'll like me now. I'm so excited!

Sidenote: I picked up my prescriptions today and they would've been over $550 for 3 tubes of cream. It says my insurance saved me $520. Dude, if I didn't have insurance, I'd be a pimply red, dry handed freak with cute shoes.