The Boil That Won’t Go Away

Even aliens get huge zits.

Even aliens get huge zits.

They are medically known as skin abscesses, but we call them boils. I happen to call mine Herman. We’ve all had them: monster zit looking things that move into our faces and start raiding our proverbial refrigerators. They pop up overnight — quite literally — on chins and noses and foreheads. We attack with power scrubs and sea salt soaks and Qtips. They retaliate by getting bigger. They ooze green stuff and blood, and if you ignore them, they won’t go away.

Herman and I met in early October. He popped up just above my nose ring. At the time, I wore a stud and noticed that my piercing kind of hurt and looked a little red. I thought it was a pimple and pretty much ignored it, since the piercing had been healed for quite some time. Or so I thought.

I decided it was high time to get the actual nose ring I wanted instead of a stupid stud, so I went on a hunt at the mall. I finally found a ring that I’m not allergic to at the tattoo and piercing shop. One guy helped me pick out a ring and then their piercer put it in for me (see the TwitPic of it that day here). He told me that I have a keloid scar — a scar formed when new skin continues to scar even after healing — and recommended that I clean it with a tea tree oil based wash and put vitamin E oil on it to help break up the scar tissue. I went crazy trying to find the stuff he recommended, but could only find a Burt’s Bees tea tree oil blemish stick and Burt’s Bees vitamin E and lemon oil. I tried those for a few days and nothing seemed to happen, so next paycheck I went back to the shop and bought their tea tree oil aftercare wash. I asked them again what they thought the thing near my piercing was, and they again said it was a keloid. I didn’t think so, though, so I did hours of research when I got home.

See, keloids are hard, solid, dark or skin colored in appearance, and generally don’t hurt. The thing on my nose was soft, filled with some kind of liquid, and hurt like crazy. A few hours later, I determined that it was actually a boil. Luckily, most websites recommended the tea tree oil treatment, as well as hot compresses and sea salt soaks to draw out the infection — which is what I’ve now been doing, for weeks. This thing has been on my face for a month and recently moved in its wife Ethel and their baby Sweet Pea.

The Boil Family

The Boil Family

It’s now to the point where strangers are asking me about Herman, and it’s embarrassing (luckily, Ethel and Sweet Pea are hidden by my glasses). The thing is, if it just looked like a pimple, I’d be okay with that. But sometimes it starts to ooze and then crusts over, and I walk around looking like I have some kind of disease. I’ve managed to nearly get rid of it twice; it got really dry and flat, and I vowed to continue cleaning the crap out of it lest it come back… but it came back anyway.

My boil is like fucking Dracula.

Herman Boil

Herman Boil

I keep doing sea salt soaks. I keep washing it with tea tree oil. It bursts after the hot sea salt soak compresses, so then I clean it out with either more sea salt soak water, or the tea tree oil aftercare wash. Sometimes, after draining pus, it also drains blood, which is supposed to be a good thing, according to my research… so why won’t it go away?

Ethel and Sweet Pea Boil

Ethel and Sweet Pea Boil

I give up. Well, not really; it is, after all, my face. Like Casey said, if it wasn’t on my face, I wouldn’t care so much.

Requisite goofball shot.

Requisite goofball shot.

(Yes, that is how I look in the morning after washing my face and draining a boil for the nineteen-millionth time.)

Have you ever had a boil? How did you make it go away? Have I reached that point where I need to cry “uncle” and get an antibiotic?

I Did It, and Other Things

I did it. I registered for ECE at the community college. I’m not matriculated just yet (because I’m a readmit and apparently there’s a specific period when they rematriculate readmitting students), but I submitted my readmission application, got my letter from the college saying they’ve received my FAFSA, and did all of this without having an anxiety attack of, “I CAN’T DECIDE, I CAN’T COMMIT.”

I did it.

And, I’m excited about it.

I’ll be able to register for my classes soon and then buy my books, and then I’ll officially be an ECE student. Last night as I was falling asleep, I thought, I’m going to get to teach kids how to talk! and that was the most exciting thing. The only thing that sucks is, I have to wait until January to start. It’s going to be 2012 before I’m officially in school again. That’s kind of a weird thought, even though it’s not actually so far away.

It’s probably a good thing, though, because I have plenty of time to get everything else in order. I’m looking for a second job, at least for during the holiday season. The one I have is only giving me an average of fifteen hours a week, which is nothing; every Friday, I pay a couple bills, and then I’m broke again. I have no extra money for gas or doctors’ copays, or vitamins, or anything. I keep asking for more hours, and they say more are coming or that they’re going to cross-train me in another department so I’ll have more hours that way, but so far, nothing. I’m only making $100-135 a week. If I were still a teenager, that’d be cool, but not so much now. I work my ass off at my job, and my manager — who is also human resources — is always commenting on how hard I work and how well kept the registers always are when I’m working, so you’d think I’d have cross-trained already or they’d at least through me another five hours a week, but no.

I’m not going to talk about that anymore, though, because it just frustrates me.

I’m still trying to come up with an idea for NaNoWriMo. Nothing appeals to me. At this rate, I might just use the time to finish Secondhand Mom instead of starting anything new. I don’t know, though; I hate the idea of not doing NaNoWriMo this year. I also hate that I keep talking and thinking about finishing Secondhand Mom, when all I have to do is just do it.

I bought a four-pack of Play Doh, because who said you have to be a kid to have fun? I haven’t opened it yet, though.

Speaking of fun, I discovered that my laptop has Windows Movie Maker on it, so I’m trying to come up with an idea for a video. I’m so glad I didn’t buy any video editing software. Someone told me I should have Windows Movie Maker but I couldn’t find it, so I’ve had my eye on some Sony video editing software for a while. I stumbled upon WMM the other day while digging through the Accessories section looking for I don’t even know what. Thanks for hiding that, Microsoft.

Maybe I’ll make a stop motion movie using my Play Doh.

Stop Thinking, Just Jump

I don’t know why I keep going back and forth between new career ventures. Every time I start the process for one, I hesitate, have a mini freakout, go into an unmotivated, want-to-fly-out-of-my-skin frenzy, and then the next morning I wake up and wonder if I’m completely crazy.

Hi, I’m twenty-three and I’m having some kind of not-quite-quarter-life* crisis.

This has been happening to me regularly for the past year, maybe a little longer. The thing is, the longer I sit still and can’t decide, the more anxious I become about it.

I need to decide, for my own sanity but also because I really need to change the direction my life is heading in right now. I keep telling myself that this isn’t forever, it’s just for now, but I’ve finally realized that telling myself that isn’t helping. (Of course, thinking in terms of forever doesn’t help, either, so…)

When it comes down to it, I don’t even know why this is so hard. I can go to school relatively easily. I have oodles of financial aid at my fingertips. I might have to pay back student loans after, but that’s after.

Maybe this is just one of those hurdles I have to get over, and once I do, life will start falling into place. Maybe I need to just stop thinking and jump.

Have you ever been in this position? What did you do?


*Of course, it might actually be a quarter-life crisis if I don’t live to be one-hundred.

It's All Writers' Block to Me

My writing has been suffering for months. I can write a post about my life, or music, or Grey’s Anatomy, but when I sit down to write a story or work on an idea for NaNoWriMo, something happens. Actually, a few somethings happen.

Scenario 1: I sit down and start writing a story, get about a paragraph or maybe a page into it, then stop and never come back.

Scenario 2: I sit down and write about two sentences to a paragraph of a story, leave it for a few days or weeks, then come back and write a few more paragraphs, and then a few days later finish it.

Scenario 3: I come up with a great idea for a story, then lose faith in it before doing any real prewriting.

It’s making me crazy. I used to sit down and write a whole short story or a whole chapter for a novel in one shot. I was looking forward to NaNoWriMo to fix whatever’s wrong with me, but Scenario 3 happened and I’ve got nothin’. Fortunately, the one story I have been able to complete lately turned out pretty good, according to my writers’ group, but this is probably unfortunate because if I could actually write like I normally do, I might have five good stories instead of just one.

I want to write. I just can’t seem to make the magic happen. A couple months ago, I thought it might be that I needed to get out of the house and away from distractions, so I went to the Starbucks café at Barnes and Noble… and just sat staring at my laptop screen for an hour or so before my battery died. I’m still writing Astrid and Dante with Mary, but even then it takes me a good hour before I can even write a sentence in response. I’ve tried music, which usually makes a great muse, but now it only distracts me more. I really had to force myself to write “Loving Guererra,” the story I did finish, and I honestly kind of just hated myself for it the whole time. It wasn’t fun like it normally is.

Hell, if I’m going to be completely honest, the blog posts I write take an hour or two longer than usual, too.

I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know why I’ve got literary constipation, but here we are.

How do you cure your writers’ block? Please tell me! I need your help!

Why I Just Deactivated My Facebook, and Why I Won't be Coming Back

I’ve been thinking about deactivating my Facebook for a while. My main reason was that I simply didn’t use it, but I also hated how every time I logged in, something was different. The changes weren’t always drastic, but were at least enough to keep me from doing what I logged in to do so that I could relearn how to use the site. As a user, I find that frustrating. As a former web designer, I find it appalling.

A few days ago I made the decision to deactivate the thing and be done with it and posted a status update saying so, so that my friends had a heads up. Today when I logged in to do the deed, so many of them had commented asking me not to go that I sighed and decided to just stick it out. After all, the sole reason I kept my Facebook was to update my pages, especially since I could have my sites’ pages automatically updated when I posted a new blog post. Of course, upon logging in I discovered that things had changed yet again, so before I could even update anything, I had to go through an annoying few minutes of reading about how the home page had been reorganized and how my profile had been reorganized. Once all of that was out of the way, I noticed a news article my sister had posted about yet more upcoming changes to Facebook’s profile pages next week. I decided to just stick with it for the time being, and then headed over to update one of my pages. A notice in a blue box at the top of the page told me that starting “soon,” users would no longer be able to have blog posts automatically imported to pages.

To review, the whole reason I use Facebook is because of my pages, and the whole reason I use pages is because of the ability to automatically import my blogs’ posts to those pages so that my readers on Facebook can get them that way. Kill the import feature, and you basically kill my entire need for Facebook, leaving me no patience for the weekly changes to the layout of the site.

I can honestly say that I feel good without having a Facebook.

The only downside is that an account can never be deleted by the user; it can only be deactivated. As a user and a web designer, I see that as a violation of privacy and possibly as a violation of my freedom. However, since Facebook stubbornly refuses to allow their users this one privilege, I consider my Facebook deleted, as I will never be reactivating it.

The people who are important already know how to get in touch with me via phone or email, so I feel no great loss there. And, on an even better note, now I don’t have to wonder how I’m going to get away with deleting distant family members and people I went to high school with, all of which I never talk actually to but somehow feel obligated to keep in my digital circle.

I already know how to keep in touch with the people I do want to talk to.