You don't think you can ask for more. Red marks are starting to fade. Eventhough your face is still itchy, it feels soft and smooth. Small closed heads here and there of course. But you couldn't care less. So yes, Dan's is so far working wonderfully.
You don't know what really happened. Maybe Dan's bp was much gentler? Maybe because you had a sudocrem and jojoba oil mask yesterday? Anyway, you woke up this morning and the redness and brown patches of your skin have subsided, or actually have almost gone. Your skin was soft (yes! it was soft! even though you used more bp yesterday, about this much ----------------). Initial breakout, yes, but heck! your skin is actually normal!! Normal! No, actually, your skin got used to the stuff! This is just freaking brilliant. Finally, You are just glad you are not allergic to bp. You are just glad Dan's bp is much gentler. whatever it is, you are freaking gladW
Dan's bp, indeed, was so much gentler than your previous PanOxyl. Your skin wasn't as irritated anymore when you woke up this morning. Was still red and wrinkly, but at least soft. So finally this is the end of week one. Current condition? A few small bumps on the forehead 2 big zits on each cheek Red, and a little bit wrinkly But tolerable, so you suppose it's time to increase the dose. Maybe just a little bit.
No more itchy. Just hurt like hell, mainly because you kept picking on the dry skin. Your face now is bright red. You wonder if you increased the dose too early. Luckily you don't have to go out. Finally Dan's cleanser, moisturiser and bp came today. It was expensive- the postage cost. But you were eager to give it a go. The tube of bp was plenty though, and you were rather happy with just that. The cleanser felt pretty good. Didn't dry the heck out of your skin as others. The bp, somehow, felt gentler than your old Panoxyl. But then maybe you're just too eager to see some changes. We shall see. And, Why do people knock on the door when there is a visible bell?
Face wasn't as itchy when you woke up this morning, and you congratulated the antihistamine. It wasn't as flaky either, and you congratulated the jojoba oil. But real dry and rough and brown it was. And when you said rough... touching your face was like touching some sort of sand paper. Fortunately the dude is not around. Think the so-called initial breakout is coming. You can feel the angry red little bumps under your skin. Not many of them, of course.... but still. The fridge is empty. You have been hiding away from the world for the whole week. Suppose it's time to go outside and get some food before you're starved to death (and potentially would be found with a brown, rough face). So much for bp, but gotta be hopeful! 20: 04 Skin is so dry it's driving you nuts. To be perfectly honest, you have started to pick patches of skin off. And it hurt like f***! Even worse, the dry skin fell off to expose red angry bumps underneath. Anyway, you suppose the "initial breakout" has already started. Kind of sucks. But, then, this too will pass. And when you have the clear and clean skin you have always wanted you would look back at yourself and laugh your ass off.
The weather was so gloomy today even though you woke up at 8 there wasn't any running whatsoever. Somehow you have to try to break that circle. Face bad--> No gym--> Face bad--> No gym. But then your face is improving after all, so... we'll see. You increased the amount of bp last night. And as expected, your face turned bright red this morning, and itchy like hell. On the other hand though, there were only 2 tiny spots left. Even your cheeks are clear. Just scars from the last breakout. But hopefully... Update 20: 48 Broke out. And during the day as well. Probably the consequences of constant scratching and dapping jojoba oil on. Lesson learnt: No touchy. Oh well, at least a breakout will come sooner or later. So yes.... Also took antihistamine. Let's see if it works.
You have always eaten what you wanted. You thought you wouldn't even might die because of eating. Until those little bastards conquered your face. So yes, a strict diet. No dairy, no fat, no butter, no even cooking oil. You replaced milk with soya milk, which wasn't a very difficult decision to make. You have always loved soya milk. But no butter, no bacon, no cheese!!!? Tough.... And also you have started taking vitamins, even though it makes you feel sick like f***. Multivitamin, zinc, omega-3, and... garlic. Yes, the dude won't be around for 3 weeks so you finally have the chance to gulp down every single antibiotic thing you can find. You also have started running again. Oh, yes, and jojoba oil. Your new ally. The little darling really helped with the itch, redness and flakiness. Maybe it's time to use a little bit more bp. So yes, game on.
You scratched the hell out of yourself last night. Kept dapping moisturiser didn't really help. The colour technique didn't help. The focusing technique worked better. But maybe just because it exhausted the hell out of you. Whatever works. Skin is bright red, but very soft. Scratched a few wounds open and irritated a few other pimples. But the old ones have looked so much better. But still itchy, not as itchy, but still. Kind of weird how those little things govern your life like that. Gotta get some jojoba oil later.
Yes, that's right. It all started with the butterflies in the stomach. Remember the time when you were a teenager, perhaps a little bit nerdy, but happy? Remember the time when you did not know shit about guys and really, couldn't care less? And then remember the time when you found yourself getting curious about what would it be like to have a boyfriend? And remember the time when you went into college, and were still the little nerd who was just happy carrying books around the campus? At least your face was clean. You were a nerd, but at least a clean one. And so it all started with the butterflies in the stomach. It all started when you agreed to go out with him to have a cup of coffee thinking"Like hell I'd fall for this guy" and ended up the day with butterflies in your stomach and heat flushing your cheeks. Pathetic, isn't it? And so then you spent the next few months cursing your fate. Why were you born a woman after all? And why would woman have to be responsible for getting pregnant, and well, stopping themselves from getting pregnant with shit that would mess up their hormone and immune system? Your first best friend was a little bastard implanted in your arm. He was a little bastard, but he kept you safe. But gradually he turned revengeful, storming on you with 2 periods per month and cystic acnes all over your face. You tried to put up with him. What can you do? He kept you safe. The relationship did not last long. Finally you gave up. It was too much. You were told that bringing another member into the family: the pills, would help him calm down and make it all better. And that someone was right, the pills somewhat satisfied his temper. The blood was gone, but he wanted more! That little bastard. So ever morning he woke you up with little angry bumps on your face. You were patient, you tried. But he wanted more, and you knew that. So you told him goodbye, after 9 months of tears and distress. And you met her: another pills. You have known her for almost 2 weeks now. Nothing has changed. You wonder if it's still the aftermath of being with him, or it was her. You don't know. And still you find yourself awake every morning, angry and revengeful. If only... If only you had not met that guy, if only you hadn't fallen for him, if only you were not a woman from the very first place. Suppose then, if you can't change fate, then you might as well work with it. Day 1 BP burnt so bad you couldn't take it. Red, itchy, flaky, unbelievably itchy. But they said it was expected so you suppose you just have to learn to live with it. But then, you've got to be strong. Funny enough. Imagine the time when you wake up one day and your skin is clear and you look back at this time, you're sure you'll laugh at it. Of course, you know your skin is getting better, so why bother getting distressed? Human....