I have bad skin. It's naturally very oily, so I have acne (I took the dangerous supposed miracle drug Accutane TWICE, and it only worked as long as I kept taking it, and then the dermatologist lost my file) but if I apply anything to treat the acne, it gets so dry that bits peel off. Also, I bite my fingernails.
I say all this not to totally gross you all out, but to explain how it could have happened that, while driving along yesterday to do some errands, I rubbed at an itch on my throat, and withdrew my fingers covered in blood. And also to explain why I didn't think OMIGOD I've been attacked by an invisible vampire THE SUN THE SUN IT BURNS! I immediately knew what had happened: I must have scratched some blemish and caught a bit of skin on a sharp fingernail.
However, knowing what was going on did not eliminate the problem. I grabbed a piece of paper and attempted to clean up, but I had no tissues and a page from a MapQuest print-out is not ideal for cleaning up liquid biohazards. Soon the paper looked like I had murdered someone on top of it. When I pulled into the post office parking lot, I looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw that I had just smeared what I'm sure was actually a very small quantity of blood all over, so I now looked like someone had attempted to slit my throat. If I walked into the post office like that, someone would usher me into a chair while someone else called the cops.
More MapQuest paper and a small amount of Gatorade (which I had in the front seat anyway) later, I skulked into the post-office, chin tucked. No one said anything, though I fancied I got a funny look. Upon examing myself when I returned to the car, I saw that I had the classic vampire presentation: a single line of blood down the throat. And not being a guy, I could not even explain that I cut myself shaving.
More MapQuest and Gatorade, and another spot-check at the library parking lot showed that I had finally triumphed: only a teeny speck of blood at the scratch-site remained. Whew. Guess I'm not hemophiliac after all.
Does this sort of thing ever happen to anyone else, or is this yet another "Only to Rachel" situation?
I say all this not to totally gross you all out, but to explain how it could have happened that, while driving along yesterday to do some errands, I rubbed at an itch on my throat, and withdrew my fingers covered in blood. And also to explain why I didn't think OMIGOD I've been attacked by an invisible vampire THE SUN THE SUN IT BURNS! I immediately knew what had happened: I must have scratched some blemish and caught a bit of skin on a sharp fingernail.
However, knowing what was going on did not eliminate the problem. I grabbed a piece of paper and attempted to clean up, but I had no tissues and a page from a MapQuest print-out is not ideal for cleaning up liquid biohazards. Soon the paper looked like I had murdered someone on top of it. When I pulled into the post office parking lot, I looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw that I had just smeared what I'm sure was actually a very small quantity of blood all over, so I now looked like someone had attempted to slit my throat. If I walked into the post office like that, someone would usher me into a chair while someone else called the cops.
More MapQuest paper and a small amount of Gatorade (which I had in the front seat anyway) later, I skulked into the post-office, chin tucked. No one said anything, though I fancied I got a funny look. Upon examing myself when I returned to the car, I saw that I had the classic vampire presentation: a single line of blood down the throat. And not being a guy, I could not even explain that I cut myself shaving.
More MapQuest and Gatorade, and another spot-check at the library parking lot showed that I had finally triumphed: only a teeny speck of blood at the scratch-site remained. Whew. Guess I'm not hemophiliac after all.
Does this sort of thing ever happen to anyone else, or is this yet another "Only to Rachel" situation?
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My father once scratched a bug bite on his leg and hit an artery and had to be rushed to the hospital. I would like to emphasize that he has very, very high blood pressure and very, very bad skin, mind you.
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why didn't Seventeen magazine ever tell me how to not MAIM myself?
I think I'm going to start biting my nails again.
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However, I started using Wellskin Toner on my face in my mid-20s - this is not an acne treatment. Rather, it's an alpha-hydroxy solution.
Twice a day - I don't use cotton balls (they absorb too much, which means less of the liquid actually gets spread on your face), I use the "white puffs" at Walgreens (which is scary because I note that their white puffs seem to have made the shift to cotton which is not a good thing) - morning before putting on markeup, and at night right before bed.
It took....I want to say eight months? a year? before I really started noticing the difference. It's gotten better ever since. I still have the occasional pimple, but it's nothing like it used to be.
You can find Wellskin toner at Medi-Spa.com for $15.95 a bottle. It certainly can't hurt to give it a try.
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Weirds out the portion of the population that seems to manage to get through life without hardly bleeding at all, though.
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When the EMTs reached her, they found her clutching some dough to her hair. See, the groceries had sat in the sun long enough that a paper can of dough exploded.
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And to answer your question: No, you're not alone. But you DO give dorkiness an adorable twist. Don't ever change.
P.S. No meds ever worked for me without unacceptable side effects. What did/does work was lathering my face with a liquid soap for sensitive skin, then using a very clean washcloth spread over my hands to scoop up warm water and rub (exfoliating) - the way you'd splash water on your face with both hands, only with a washcloth in the way.
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And then the first time I gave blood it started bleeding again shortly after when we were in the area where you sit down and eat cookies and drink orange juice, and I was the only person in the area not panicking. That took a long time to stop, too, and the nurse who came and sat with me got saline solution and used that to get the GIANT BLOOD SPOT out of my shirt, saying it's a nurse's trick. And I got a lovely enormous bruise out of it. :D Didn't happen the next two time I gave blood, and after that the Red Cross decided they didn't want my blood since I'd been over 3 months in England during a certain window, so they think I might have mad cow.
Moo.
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This can only end in leprosy. :-P
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(Write that five hundred times, interspersed with a bit of story, and you too could have a national bestseller.)
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I've never had acne problems (one thing I was spared) but Jill was having troubles and I had her switch from expensive cleaning products which were not working to just plain cheap witch hazel. Her face is clearing up and having less breakouts.
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Na, it's not just you. I break out too, but what's really annoying for me is that I didn't start breaking out until I was in my 20s. Very annoying. I also have dry skin, so most acne-style cleaning products, which just dry out the skin, just doesn't work for me. The worst is on my back. If I don't realize I have a blemish there, I might scratch my back and wonder why I have gobs of blood and pus on my fingers, which is followed by the thought, "Oh God, I'm wearing white, aren't I?"
Definitely not alone.
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But at least I didn't have acne back then either.
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(I also learned early that no matter what time of the month I thought it was, never ever to wear white pants on a date. Evah. Anywhere else, not a prob. Date? Hoo.)
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One thing that really helps my acne (and really surprised me that it does), was to use really good face moisturizer (I use L'Occitane now, but Oil of Olay worked, too). I guess that having healthy skin trumps greasy skin.