When I went in to see my dermatologist last week, I didn’t think I’d be reduced to tears by the end of appointment. Yes, I do have a slight phobia of doctors (my finger nails are usually bitten down to the numbs and I pop a prescribed Xanax or two), but this was going to be a breeze. I scheduled to see the doctor to get some medicine for my acne that has reared it’s ugly head once again (no pun intended).
After trying the topical prescription I already had, along with various face washes, nothing was helping it this time. I have dealt with acne in varying degrees for my entire life. It was bad this time, but my arsenal of cover up and concealer kept my confidence up. But it was still unsettling to see red cysts forming on my face, down my chin, as if it was leading to a trail magical trail down my face. Since I had the day off from work from the holiday and my insurance covered it, I made the appointment to get some magic pills or cream to ease my mind. Continue reading