Red In The Face

I normally don't like to get too personal in this blog--I mean, really, who cares all that much or needs to hear it from me expect my loved ones. Nevertheless, for lack of anything better to write about today, I'll tell y'all about my horrible illness.

I lived the first thirty years or so of my life in relatively good health. But as I entered my 30s, I started noticing something that had me kind of concerned. After ignoring the symptoms for, oh, about a half-a-decade or so, I finally got myself checked out. And wouldn't you know it, I had an actual thing wrong with me!

The name of my hideous condition is Rosacea. And basically, it just means that my face is red. All of the time. Although it is hardly anything to write home about as far as diseases go, it is nevertheless something that is starting to really get on my nerves lately. The only treatment for this is a low dose of Tetracycline twice per day for the rest of your goddamn life! How is that any kind of a treatment really? Furthermore, I've been on this stuff for a couple years now, and it doesn't even seem to be doing all that much anymore. I mean, at some point, I would think you'd just become resistant to this stuff anyway, and I'm guessing that is what is going on presently.

You'd be surprised how many people ask me about this stupid affliction, like I had some control over it. So, for the record, I don't know why I look red. But I swear it is not my fault. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. So give it a rest already. I don't ask you why you are an idiot now, do I?