YUP, that’s me. Wearing a hat to work 3 days in a row. I have a band-aid on my head to cover the (still oozing) WOUND. CLASSY. Thankfully, I have a female boss that understands the dangers of applying ACID TO YOUR FACE;)
On Sat I went in for a bikini wax. I go to the same esthetician because she is awesome. She’s great with conversation (which is fairly important while in those compromising positions) and the best waxer this side of the Mississippi.
I also had a zit smack dab in the middle of my forehead. Seriously, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE, and it was HUGE and PAINFUL. Since she is an esthetician, I thought she might have something to make it less…obnoxious. Since she is like the nicest person you ever met, she was super willing to help.
So she had me lay on the table and she used a q-tip to apply a liquid to the spot. Unfortunately, since it was a liquid it started to slip all over my forehead…it even dripped to a spot right below my bottom lash line. At first I couldn’t feel a thing. Then slowly…a burn. A slow but intense burn. Then the pain. Keep in mind, she has proceeded to my bikini wax, so at first the pain is just all over. I was semi-distracted at this point, you know like when you tell your sibling that your tooth hurts so they punch you in the leg to help divert your attention to your new charlie horse? Kinda like that…actually exactly like that.
When she finished I ran to the mirror ( because the burn was so intense at this point I actually thought there might be a small billow of smoke emanating from the zit (now wound.) Nope, no smoke AND NO ZIT. Just a hole where it used to be. Since I was so uncomfortable, I took a small pad of gauze and tried to wipe it clean. EPIC FAIL, the hole disintegrated into my gauze and the bleeding started and it was a lot. 3 gauze pads later and some wound instruction I am on my way home.
The entire way home I had to keep pressure on my zit/wound to keep the blood from obstructing my view. While it hurt, I thought it wasn’t that bad…until I got home.
Scene: The Packers are losing a play-off game. The dog is pacing and nervous–this is a tell tail sign that my Smokin Hot Hubs (who I will refer to as my SHH moving forward) has been yelling at the TV.
Just as my SHH turns to look at me he gasps. I was wrong. It is far worse than I thought. I think it is important for the reader to know that under normal (NON Packers losing a play off game moments) my SHH is super graceful in these situations. So, I would guess the gasp was 50% from the situation with the Packers and 50% from the actual sight of my wound. Either way, it is worse than I thought.
Moral of the story…
Hydrochloric Acid=EPIC FAIL