I had to go to the doctor yesterday. Routine stuff, really. No new diagnoses, no new ailments, nothing of the sort, except that I still give good (neck) spasms. Like, the doctor seemed impressed by my neck spasms. Apparently, I excel at neck spasms. Who knew?

But as he was examining me, he noticed my chin.

You’re thinking, what, you give good chin, too, Aunt Becky? What does that even mean?

To which I would say a resounding, “probably not” and “I don’t know.”

I’ve been stuck with this rash on my chin for the past couple of weeks. On any given day, I was convinced it was typhoid, a tick bite, malaria, diphtheria, the bubonic plague, tetanus, or cat scratch fever. To be honest, with everything else that’s been going on, I’ve sorta back-burnered my chin. I mean, I’m pregnant with a FOOD BABY! Everything else comes secondary!

But my doctor looked at my chin and decided it was a “rash.” He didn’t share the TYPE of rash, so I’m assuming it’s face herpes. I mean, that’s the logical guess, right?

(right)

If it’s face herpes, it means that my face has been sleeping around on me. So much so that I now have a new strain of herpes that grows on your chin. It’s like evolution, on my face! Really, it’s a win.

Except, I guess, if you’re my chin.

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12 thoughts on “Whore Face

  1. Hey, I’m a new here, and lovin every minute of it. As soon as I can run off the rest of my customers, I will be checking out the carnival. I hate it when my business gets in the way of blogging and shit.

  2. I went to the dermatologist because I had a giant pimple on my forehead – golf ball sized. She took one look and told me I had herpes on my forehead and gave me a prescription for herpes medication. I decided not to take the medication until I got the test results, and it turns out it really was just a golf ball sized pimple. I think doctors just love telling people they have whore faces.

  3. Sounds like something my chin went out and got when I was in college.

    I came back from the MD shore ( where waves are non existant ) with a mild fiberglass burn on my chin from falling drunkenly onto a surfboard ( I think ) – but the fun didn’t end there. I got a lovely staph infection there, and it looked like road rash gone wrong – for weeks and weeks.

    Some funky white cream from the Dr and I was fine.

    Go get yourself some funky white cream.

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