Just got back from the doctor’s office. I’ve been dealing with this utterly unattractive facial lesion on my face for what seems like forever. Okay, maybe “facial lesion” is a little dramatic, but it’s a disgusting blistering-turned-scabby sore just below the lower corner of my lip. Alright, now that I spell it out I think “facial lesion” is a quite suitable term.
I initially thought it was a cold sore but I went to the doctor and they diagnosed it as impetigo, which is a bacteria infection (versus a cold sore, which is a virus). So I got some prescription anti-bacterial cream, used it for a few days and it went away. But over the next several months it kept coming back. And of course at the most inopportune times–my sister’s 30th birthday party, a class reunion, my cover shoot for Vogue–so I went back to the doctor’s office. This time they did a lab test to rule out that it was viral. Test completed. Not viral. So I went on antibiotics. Lesion cured. Until a few months later of course, when it came back. Returned to the doctor a THIRD time just for them to say, “It’s impetigo. Use the cream. It shouldn’t come back.”
Well guess what medical geniuses?? It’s back.
So today I saw a dermatologist who was thankfully, yet frustratingly, honest with me–she doesn’t know what it is. Could be viral. Could be bacterial. She tested for both and I should find out in a week. In the meantime she told me to keep using the antibacterial cream and she prescribed me an antiviral medication. She informed me I needed to take the medication with lots of fluids.
So tonight I’m drinking a bottle of wine. Doctor’s orders.
And because I know you’re all dying to see it–here’s a picture. Which I’ve resized to not appear super huge when you click on it. I still have some pride left.