Ephesians 5:27b …without a spot or wrinkle or anything of the kind – yes, so that she may be holy and without blemish
All my life I’ve had oily skin, which makes for fewer wrinkles, I suppose, but can lead to blemishes. However, as time marches on, even oily skinned people develop wrinkles in particular spots, and I now find myself at that awkward age of needing both blemish medication AND wrinkle cream. I guess I’d flunk Paul’s holiness test this week!
Yes, my “meno” finally seems to be “pausing”, so my hormonal balance is wacky, and my face shows it! When will it all end? I keep wondering what the store clerks think when a (ahem) “mature” person, such as I, checks out with yet another tube of blemish zapper.
It can’t be stress, as I’m one of the least stressed out people I know. Life is serene, and that’s a good thing! Perhaps it’s sleep deprivation? Sometimes my snoring friend keeps me up at all hours of the night, but if it gets too bad, I just decamp for a quieter spot. That or nap during the day.
Oh, I suppose I could go to my dermatologist, but he’d probably make some joke about our age, given that he is the exact same age as I am. I know this because I used to date him in high school! It took me awhile to muster it up to go to Bill as a patient, knowing I’d have to disrobe in order for him to examine my skin! But he’s smart, skilled and I know he has my best interests at heart, so I found the courage to go.
He’s made fun of me before, when I contracted a mild case of shingles a number of years ago. When I asked him what this strange rash along my ribs was, he diagnosed shingles and opined that it was “an old person’s disease”! Thanks a lot, Bill!
Another time, ten days after I’d worked at eradicating some poison ivy in our yard, I developed an itchy rash on my arm. My mother in law had fussed at me for working in the poison ivy without taking proper precautions, but I pooh poohed that, saying that I’d never had a problem with it before, and besides, it had been ten whole days since I’d been exposed. (of course, I didn’t boil my clothes like she told me to, either).
So I went to Bill, and asked him what it was. He said it was poison ivy. I said, “Bill! Think of something else it can be so my mother in law won’t be right!” He said to tell her it was syphilis! Good one, Bill! Ever the joker. Luckily, I have a good relationship with my mother in law, and recounted to her what Bill had said. We both laughed together, and still do laugh about it.
While I’ll go to Bill for unusual things like shingles, poison ivy and suspicious moles, forget about ordinary old blemishes. I’ll just try to keep a positive attitude about them, figuring that I must not be really ancient yet if I still get them, right? One of these days when I’m REALLY old, they will disappear on their own, I suppose, but until then… Walgreens, here I come!