Awakened in the night with a pain like fire ants burning and itching just under the skin of my face. Early morning, I E-mail a photo to my doctor - not a pretty sight. The incessant need to scratch trumps vanity. We back and forth a couple times with new, horrible photos
of redness, swelling, weeping. I tell my husband that my face hurts, and I know he wants to say, “It’s killing me, too.” Luckily, he refrains. A possible frostbite dermatitis is the diagnosis.
Poor old face!
(For obvious reasons, there will be no pictures with this post!)
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