Came home, lit a Cranberry Chutney candle, and had turkey dogs for dinner. It was too damn cold to slog back outside for a walk, so I spent an hour on the ball and trying out my self-defense moves. Still not particularly flexible.
Differin still makes my face redden slightly. I have a few icky nodules on my jawline now. I have been off Yaz since...May? It might be May. Or June. I stopped midway through. Beyond the zitfulness of the face - and the peeling/dryness that comes with medications - I have a greasy head that now requires washing pretty much every night...I used to go every third night or so. Oh, and the period's MIA.
(Best part of being single: I know it's not a parasite. YAY!)
I wonder how long it will take my stupid hormones to get back in order.
Aside from my horrific appearance, I feel better physically than I have in a long time. Mentally, too. I am sharper. Not as fatigued. Things that would have set me off in tears on Yaz are now...not so bad.
The drug had its pluses. Regular periods were nice. No bloat, no PMS. And the clear skin...oh, I miss it terribly.
"It's hard to be a woman in California," the dermatologist noted. "The bar is set very high."
Again: why isn't there a cure for this crap?
Met another neighbor. Well, met is a strong term. Walked by them. Pretty sure I'm the youngest in this development by a good 15 years. Is that a good thing? Hey, I've made it. Livin' large. Or something. Median age here seems to be 50s, the couple on the end that I walked by tonight might be late 30s. Pretty sure the folks next door are plain ol' retired.
Meh, it's 12 and I'm beat. Off to apply the Duac, then to bed with me.
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