For some reason I bought a tube of Mederma scar cream this past summer. Oh, I remember – I burned my forearm and didn’t want to have a little burn scar on my arm and I have come to a scary precipice in my life, staring down the future dermal damage that will only snowball.
I’m so vain. A couple of weekends ago when I wasn’t feeling well, my face was kind of swollen, except for one spot on my cheek where it was as if the skin was stuck to my skull, leaving a dent. I lamented it and Lloyd laughed, “You’ve got a rough 20 years ahead of you if a little thing like that is going to get you down.”
It’s true. So I propose an experiment: couldn’t I just use Mederma – this amazing product that does a fairly good job at repairing scars – to repair my whole face? I could just do one side, so there’d be a control. “Left side is in her 30’s! Right side is firmly in the 40’s!”
Brad says
I think your experiment should divide your face into top half and bottom half. Then you would look like Bruce Wayne. He’s always going around exposing the bottom half of his face to the elements while protecting the top half. That’s gotta have consequences.
Lauren says
Ha! That is hilarious!
Sorry for all the wonkiness in that first paragraph. I need to stop doing posts on the iPad. I think it’s fixed now, but there’s no telling.
michelle says
Funny Brad! Seriously Lauren, you might want to get that “little” dent checked by a dermatologist, early skin cancer is soooooo much easier to treat!
Peggy says
Do you think that cream would work on the line in between my eyebrows. It’s kind of like a scar.
And if it makes you feel any better, I have bad scars under my arms & a golf ball sized lump on my head right at my hairline. It’s scar tissue & it’s not going away.
Peggy says
Maybe we could just get masks made of ourselves of how we looked when we were younger & wear those. Hey, I might be on to something here.
Gretchen says
I think I’d need a gallon of that stuff…I used to think I could be some kind of model (think George Costanza’s attempt at being a hand model) but now I think I have reminders of my klutziness on every limb. There’s the time I used the mandolin slicer, the early morning encounter with the road, the time the spiral staircase I was standing on detached from the balcony and crashed to the ground…I could go on and on. The only thing left is for me to be an ear lobe model since I’ve never had my ears pierced.