Yesterday, after our family trip to the dentist, my parents gate crashed their friend's sleepy Saturday afternoon (read: showed up unannounced at the house of fellow Korean who they haven't seen in about 5 years, because they wanted to take advantage of their son who's a skin specialist, and knowledgeable on all things crater, volcanic and scary on your face).
The thumb size pimple that's occupied the majority of the gap between my eye brows for the past ten days has only just started to recede and my dad figured that now was as best time as any to get this monthly recurring purple pimple issue rectified (yes, obviously it's hormonal-related).
The diagnosis was delivered evenly and reasonably: apply ointment on affected areas and don't wear make up for the next two to three months.
I nodded as he talked, watching his mouth move in that rhythmic way that accompanies doctors speak. Uh-huh, Mm-mmm, ointment sounds good. Uh-huh, on affected areas, yes that's logical... And don't wear make- up for----
My eyes bugged out of my head. Say w-h-a-t did he just say?
TWO TO THREE MONTHS OF W-H-A-T?
"Yeah, as I was saying, you shouldn't wear any make up- not even moisturiser, and not even sun cream" he continued on, emphasising the any.
He looked up from writing the script, and I was flummoxed. I mean, I'm not vain, but make-up is so enjoyable for me, that to not wear any at all seems totally foreign-- not to mention a little bit scary.
Not even moisturiser?? I pleaded.
Look, if you survived months without dairy (I did, in my own efforts to eliminate those purple critters) then you can totally do 2-3 months of no make-up.
I whimpered internally. The learned doctor smiled benignly.
I will keep you all updated.
Some photos of the week gone by:
[My railway station:]
[Dinner with Miss Ebae after the longest time EVER:]
[My sister and I after the longest time EVER:]
[Lunch at Mrs Rocke's after the longest time EVER:]
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