I’m Really Not Enjoying This

With the increase in medication, comes an increase in the nasty awesome side effects.

• Super oily skin (it is as disgusting as it sounds).
• 5 o’clock shadow – which can be misleading – because the vast majority of my new beard has become ‘ingrown’ so I have this chin full of OUCH.
• Zits in strange places – like, the one on my chest. That’s a neat little surprise.
• Fred Flintstone like square feet from swelling. Yes…I’m that damn sexy.

This is in addition to still feeling all the wonderful symptoms of the disease itself, like:

• Being yellow – having to match clothes to your skin is not something I ever thought I’d have to do.
• Itchy skin – lots of itchy skin.
• Eczema flare ups that open up and bleed – the most awesome part of this one is, they’re on the back of my thigh – so they do it and I have little blood spots on my clothes back there – it looks like I’ve been shot with buckshot. It’s a good time.
• Sleeplessness – this is my favorite, by far. I love going to bed and waking up every hour and not being able to get back to sleep for half an hour.

So let me draw you a picture:

I’m a yellow mess, with ingrown hairs on my chin and neck and bags the size of steamer trunks under my eyes. I can barely sit down for longer than a few minutes, due to the pain from the eczema on my left leg, but at least walking will be comfortable, because the only shoes I can stuff my Fred Flintstone feet into are my house slippers.

I know, sexy right? You know it’s hawt.

It’s days like today when I wish someone would say, “You know Brandy – this must totally freakin suck – why don’t you work from home with your feet up – they look like they hurt and you look like crap.”

That would not upset me folks…I do look like crap.

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