Remember when I wrote this?
Gee — guess what I woke up with this morning?
It is huge— the size of a pencil eraser. It is bright red. It is heinous. I am literally clutching an icepack to it as we speak. Well, OK, I put it down temporarily to type. But I re-apply between thoughts.
I never get zits any more! I can't even remember the last time! What is it doing here? What does it want????
And I've been in one-day-at-a-time mode this whole week, I'm only concentrating on what's directly in front of me . . . but here's the thing.
On Saturday night, one of my dearest darlingest friends in the entire world is celebrating her milestone 50th birthday. And as her besty, I'm supposed to be right by her side:
- Helping with party setup
- Concocting and bringing an appetizer
- Baking and bringing a red velvet cake
- Planning and delivering a party game
(And somewhere in there I also need to purchase her milestone 50th birthday gift. Oh, that little thing . . . )
Right now, I can't even retain coffee. Last night I had a tiny toasted mini bagel and a cup of coffee, then took a hot bath . . . and was okay for just long enough that I thought, Eureka! I'm cured! And then I ran to the bathroom at 2 a.m., and again at 3 a.m., and again at 4 a.m. . . .
Today I'm going to break down and purchase something more powerful than Maalox — Immodium, maybe? That's the name I have in my head.
But the count is on. I have 57 hours to cure my intestinal tract and make my zit disappear. I need some serious Gryffindor magic about now!
In other news, that 10 pounds I wanted to lose before Mom got here? All set.
Onward! The countdown starts now.
—Lady C, Intestine/Complexion Warrior