Friday, October 10, 2008

Flowers, Crusty Blood, and Zits

I was going through my pictures file and found so many pictures that made me squint, tilt my head, and just say, 'huh???' I, for one, am just so glad that my boys are alive during the digital camera era instead of the days when you took your film to the little photo bug shops. Remember the ones that sat in the middle of the parking lot? The little tiny house that you took your rolls of film to? I liked those.

In going through the many pictures that made my eyebrow raise, here are a few and my accompanying thoughts:

These beautiful roses were purchased by my beloved for our vacation. He purchased them just before we left out for our two-week journey. Although I loved them dearly, I was a bit perplexed at the timing...I couldn't just leave them at home for an empty house to enjoy, so I took them along. Here they are, in their traveling water bottle, in their spot of honor. They sat between us in the console all the way to Colorado except when we took them with us into the hotel. They now lay, dried, in our bathroom.
I have a dozen shots like this. Why is this fascinating and picture-worthy? Wipe it off, for goodness sake. Unless, of course, you have the need to photograph it from five different angles.
Why did this picture catch my eye? Because Jack is cute? Noooo, but yes, he is. The big pimple! Seriously, how much longer must I have the sebacious glands of a hormonal teen? I should be the poster child for proactiv, if only I was a child. But I'm not a child, not a teen, and not even a 20-something. I look at those women with smooth skin and I want to reach out and touch someone. Not really, but I do envy their skin.

A little bit of too much information here: When I was a teenager, probably 15, I began to see my second dermatologist (I went through four). His first name was Zelman and he was as old-school as they come. The oddest thing about my stay with Zelman was that he put me on an antibiotic, tetracycline, in the hopes that it would help my complexion clear up. I stayed on tetracycline for, are you ready for this...

two years.

Two years on an antibiotic. I won't even go there, but oh my, my, my Zelman.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

My mom has been on tetracycline (on and off) for as long as I can remember (over 7 years, at least).

She now only takes them occasionally if her face acts up (she has rosacia).

Every couple years she has to have her liver tested to make sure it's still functioning before she can refill her endless prescription.

I HATE her doctor. I think he is going to kill her.

Rachel

Elaine said...

Just curious...did you notice that you got sick less often during those 2 years?

melanie said...

hmmm, I never thought about that. I don't remember anything unusual about my sickness/wellness pattern during that time, so I would have to say it was probably about the same. What I did notice was that after I went off of them, I was sick more often. The funny thing is that just two weeks before my wedding (about three years of being off the antibiotics), I had an allergic reaction to the SAME antibiotic, tetracycline, that I had been on nonstop for two years!