oh wait, it’s starting to get real that I’m graduating on Saturday and I’m not ready for my friends to leave me.

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i officially ran out of ideas.

stress induced perioral dermatitis.

dry, itchy skin around my mouth (so embarrassing looking), spread a rash all the way up to my eyelids and forehead. The $115 explanation of the day: you’re a woman between 20-40 and may have a significant amount of stress in your life.

Well. Sort of, I guess.

it started as a small dry patch below some cracked lips after spring break. By that Friday, I thought it was an allergic reaction to my new medication. I stopped the medication, and went to the doctors on campus both Friday and Monday. Every day last week was painful and hurt and la la la, but some days were better than others. I presented at the Research Colloquium without it being too noticeable, but by Saturday night at the banquet, it was starting to stretch up my cheeks. Not itching is so hard, and sometimes I’d cave to bring my lips relief. My bottom lip is constantly swollen and hard to the touch, making me want to bite or itch it (itch being stab it with my fingernails).

I tried everything and ran out of ideas. Water to hydrate dry skin. Multivitamin in case of vitamin deficiency. Replaced toothpaste. Considered re-washing my sheets if detergent was causing an allergy. and SO MANY face products and about a pound of Vaseline.

The more I read, the more I feared that all the doctor would have to say to me is that is is caused by stress. Sure enough.

I woke up this morning looking like this:
IMG_2929Ugh.

I scheduled a derm appointment for tomorrow, but thanks to the “power of the mom,” my mom called and got me in today instead.

I haven’t thought I was particularly stressed any more than normal, but apparently my body thinks differently.

I’ve made six trips to Walgreens in the past 12 days. I made two today.

She gave me an oral medication (big pills…one down, a zillion to go) to take once a day and a facial gel to apply twice a day. We’ll see how this goes. I feel bad for demonizing my medication, but apparently that was not the problem…

The thing I’m trying NOT to think about (because it causes more stress, and also makes me want to cry a little bit), is that she said it could “take up to two months before the inflammation starts to go down.” I’M SORRY, WHAT? I don’t exactly have two months to wait around on this.

Sigh. So. Breathing exercises. What else do you do to not be subconsciously stressed?

The more you know, folks.

Revamping the Timetable…Again

Today, my mom, grandma, J and I went by our wedding venue to have a look at it! But we found out: it’s hot! and it’s in direct sunlight, so I squint really bad!

I don’t want to have to squint looking at J! So we started tossing around ideas about different times, because mama is concerned about the timing of getting in to decorate and jazz. I’m pretty low maintenance, I could see myself being the head organizer of the decorating madness in the morning, even though I shouldn’t be, and probably won’t be allowed to be!

Originally this affair was set for evening, but then we thought that a nice little surprise that would be really “us” would have to take place during the afternoon. (Not telling) And at afternoon weddings, you don’t have to feed them lunch OR dinner! It’s ideal, right?

Yes. Except for the squinting. It was so bright when we went over there!

So now our ideas: Brunch? or a bit later in the afternoon (about 3?).

Have you ever been to a brunch wedding? What kind of food did they have? J baby loves donuts, so he might like this idea?

Do you think that 3-7pm is an awkward time to have a wedding?

 

what is my life, actually.

Today, I got home and put water on for tea. i opened the fridge to get the milk out to find that it had soured. I threw it out, and then went back to the fridge, realizing that there was some nasty substance on all the shelves. I was like, GREAT, nasty milk everywhere. Instead, it has turned out to be a full 4 sticks of butter that were in a box on the shelf. BUTTER EVERYWHERE, Y’ALL. I can’t even lift some of the things off the tray before taking it out.

My life is a joke. Butter and meat are bad, bummer. Veggies might be in a bit of a shock but I think are okay. Basically everything’s getting thrown out.

Now I’m cleaning, in a dress. At least Nikki is here to chat.

It even melted my parmesan cheese. It had to have been toasty.

IT COOKED BACON. I don’t even know.

J was here last night, and we made dinner (he made this bomb salad dressing, also, which now I have to throw out, sad.). At the end of dinner I put the leftovers in the fridge and the light wasn’t coming on, but it was super hot. I thought it would cool down since it was off, but instead, it’s been cooking everything inside. What a mess.