The Last Of The Needles

Last Tuesday, I came in late for work as I had a monthly appointment with the dermatologist (skin specialist). It would be my last visit for my treatment. I would visit the hospital every other month to receive injection for my kyloid (not sure how it is spelt). Kyloids are lump that appear on the body due to hardened pust due to achne. I had a couple of them on my chest.

My treatment would include injecting the kyloid to level it. My constant visit had caused it to level with the skin surface. There was not much use to continue with the injection and the chief male nurse attending to me make me an appointment next February for observation of my achne. However, the scars remained. It is not a sight to behold.

Achne had been a major part part of my life ever since I had chicken pokes in Form Two until today. Some says its puberty due to the raging hormones. Others would feel that my intake of food had to have something to it. My guess was because I had an oily face them seem to be the best place for germs to reside.

I had always wish for flawless skin when I look in the mirror but I only saw a scarred face. Besides that, I would be shy to even see myself half naked in public due to my scars unlike many who dispplayed flawless skin with abs amounting to six packs. I have learned to accept my predicament from a very young age. Appearance never seem to bother me than much. Just hoping that my daily application of creams for achne will help improve my condition and I would not have to deal with pust and blood oozing out from my pores. Guess, I did not finish my food when I was little and am facing the consequences from it just like the old Chinese superstition would say.