The odd Broad got a little overzealous while using her straightening iron on Saturday.
I was getting ready to meet a galfriend to get dinner and see a short play written by a mutual friend of ours. Something within me decided these events called for extra straight, unwavy hair. My maniacal quest for straight locks resulted in an accidental burn on the right side of my chin.
My friend said she couldn't notice the redness, but by Sunday morning a mark had appeared, nearly one inch long and bright red.
All day today I kept forgetting the scab was there until I'd look in the mirror, and then it was like, whoa! Eek! What's that on my chin?
I look like a vampire who forgot to wipe the dribble of blood from her chin after she'd attacked some innocent mortal. Too bad it's not Halloween season.
So far people are being polite. Not one person has inquired as to what the cause of my facial scabbiness is. I guess my co-workers don't have a problem asking if I'm with child but clearly draw the line at wondering why a 28 year old would be sporting a scabby chin.
Of course, I know how I'll respond should someone ask: "Rough night this weekend. But you should see the other girl. I effed her shit up."
As for now, I am applying neosporin and anti-scar gel as many times a day as I can remember (so far I haven't been very vigilant, only one application today) in the hopes of preventing a battle scar.
Although...tomorrow Law and Order is filming on my street. Hubby and I saw the yellow "no parking" notices when we went for a stroll just now to get some herbal tea. I'm thinking perhaps I should call in sick so Chin Scab and I can try and get our Big Break. (I'm doing jazz hands right now, can you tell?) But seriously, I do appear to be a victim of sorts, albeit at the hands of a scalding hot straightening iron.
Well, it's time to apply the scar gel.
Until Friday,
The Scabby Broad
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