I've been sick. Thanks to my flatmates passing their filthy germs around the house the past month, I inevitably caught a whiff of it and had a sore throat / flu hybrid bug that put me down for a week. Poor Miss Sam was staying over the weekend before so she had to endure the better half of it observing me transform into a sick puppy.
Sick week was a productive week though, I took 3 days off work and indulged myself watching all the episodes of
Underbelly. For something that was produced locally in Melbourne, it was surprisingly slick and well polished for a Australian TV Series!
Life's been pretty good of late. No more crazy hours at work ever since our project went live. Now I leave work at 6pm or earlier, take a longer lunch break (because I know I deserve it) and have time to fit in all my other essential activities during the week like gym, salsa and cooking dinner for the house.
On Thursday, I paid a visit to a Dermatologist. Last year, due to work stress, I had a bout of adult acne blow up on my chest of all places! It was ugly enough to warrant a visit to my GP to get prescribed a course of antibiotics which over the course of months, eventually cleared up any new instances of acne occurring. However, that initial outbreak has left a few nasty lumpy scars across my chest.
The Dermatologist injected the scars on my chest with an ampule of a
corticosteroid to break up the scar tissue.
All I can say is: "Ouch! Motherf**king Ow Ow Ow !!!"
Imagine having a fine needle pushed under the skin of a scar, then a bubble of liquid injected in between the skin and scar tissue.
The dermatologist assured me that this will break up the scar tissue and gave me some
Retin-A cream to apply every night until we have a follow up session in 6 weeks.
:o(
