Meat Flare
Life has been difficult this year. Between a bullshit personal situation, supervisor training at work, and a flare up of psoriasis on my face, I am barely making it through. The supervisor training was the least bothersome at the time, but now because I know other departments, I am being thrown to the wolves daily. Hopefully it will be worthwhile in the long run.
The bullshit situation is still not finalized yet, but it’s looking good so far. I can’t wait to explain what is going on. I’m not saying that this is the reason my face broke out into psoriasis patches, but it most likely is. I don’t really want to the give the root cause credit for fucking up my beautiful skin, so I’m going to blame the combination of stressful factors this year has introduced.
I will say that I have prioritized relaxation and connecting to myself more this spring than in the past few years. A couple weeks ago I bought an Adirondack chair for my patio so that I can soak up that afternoon sun that hits perfectly for several hours each day. I’ll bring something out there to read and drink, and sit back to relax and bake my skin.
After dog-sitting for a couple different families in their homes, it really hit me that I really want to be a more organized adult. I want my home to look like the ones I temporarily resided in, so I went online and found a storage facility where I could keep some stuff out of the way while I declutter the rest. It has felt great to donate items, throw out others, and simply find the floor that has been buried since moving in.
I have also reconnected with my creativity, as evidenced by this website and my Youtube channel. When I was approved to receive Skyrizi to treat my psoriasis, I decided to make an extra blog page dedicated to the treatment progress. Let’s hope there is progress!
There are five months before I turn 40, and I don’t have anything major planned for the big day yet. I’ll figure out something fun to celebrate. It will be easier to think about that once my face doesn’t look like I’m turning 60. This flare up has drastically aged the skin around my eyes, and it’s bringing my spirits so far down that you’d have to mine for them. Celebrating anything is so far out of reach right now.
In preparation for wallowing in bed, I bought myself a rack of lamb. Sometimes morally questionable meatsicles are the only thing that will hit my tiny target of a spot. After beginning the long upload of my latest Youtube video, I prepped the rack and then let it come to room temp for an hour.
During the wait, I peeled chunks of skin off my face and scalp line, washed it very well, and liberally applied some of the new Opzelura. It stung like a motherfucker. Apparently that is how you know it works. I took some new photos to post on the Skyrizzide page and babysat my computer so that the upload would not fail.
Turns out being thrown to the wolves has been worth it thus far. After looking at my schedule, I’m needed as a supervisor for at least one day at the beginning of June. Something to celebrate while I devour my meatsicles.
Juicy meatsicles.