Okay. So. Umm. Well. Something I learned in the past two weeks. When you get some strange growth on your face - don't wait seven years to have it checked out. Possibly you have a cyst. See, pimples don't last seven years. Cysts, which look remarkably pimple-like, are, in fact, not pimples even though they share some of the same organic characteristics which I won't begin to describe because I know how delicate a stomach can be when it is void of coffee.
Trust me on this, growth for a few months? Not a pimple. Growth for seven years, you are too busy and possibly into some high level denial. I know how it is, you get in rehearsal and it seems like you just never get out of the room, but trust me, get the growth checked out. A simple procedure to remove it and done: you're back in the studio and out of the light of day. What you don't want to do is wait until your 2-year old son kicks you in the face and then it ruptures into many pieces and requires two surgeries and it's still possible it will come back because you waited so long to take care of yourself. That's a scenario you want to avoid.
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okay now you are freaking me out because i have pimples on my back that have been there and won't go away and now i am all paranoid and i don't know how to find a dermatologist in san francisco and aaaaah.
but yah, thanks for the advice.
okay, i'll try to breathe now.
I'm not a diagnostician. Heck. Not even a doctor. Maybe the guideline is wider than a few months. Seven years though - time to get it checked out. I can ask around for a dermatologist recommendation - you know, just so you could call one if ever for whatever reason.
I promise I will stop talking about this...after I write two more posts about it. One here and one on Piefurcation. The growth (aka Voldemort) figures prominently in some of my recent encounters and also serves as a big wake up call for all the other things I've been ignoring or just putting off health and well-being wise.
Keep breathing.
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