Story 134: Ahh!cne

            The dermatologist completed her exam and said to the patient, “Well, they’re not tumors, so no need to worry about that rigmarole.  No, what you have is a depressingly common case of post-adolescent acne.”

            “But I’m 73 years old!”

            “It affects everyone differently.  Now, I’m going to write you a prescription to take ----; it usually clears the whole mess up in about a week.”

            “But doc, I’m already taking ----, ----, ----, ----, ----, and ----!  If I take one more drug, my internal organs will literally melt!”

            “Hm.  All right, there’s an over-the-counter cream you can try first for a few weeks and see if that works.  It’s on TV and some names with pretty faces say they use it.”

            “Do you think it works?”

            “Eh.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER

            The dermatologist entered the exam room.  “Hi there, let’s see how the ol’ pox is coming along.  You can take the bag off your head now.”

            “I already took it off.”

            “Oh.  Oh dear.  And how long has the swelling been going on?”

            “For the past 10 days.  I went to the Emergency Room where they gave me some antibiotics and told me to go see you.”

            “Um-hm.  I don’t remember if this is one of the side effects listed for ----?”

            “It isn’t.  I called the manufacturer and they said they’ve never seen anything like this in the 35 years it’s been on the market.  They want to pay me to model as their ‘Warning’ photo for the elderly.”

           “OK.  I’m going to put some cream I have here on your face and wherever else there’s swelling….  I see the acne’s still with us.”

            “Yes, it’s actually gotten worse.  Some of them have merged to form clusters of super-acne – I think I only made them angry, doc.”

            “Well, I’ve haven’t been defeated by mere skin inflammation yet, and I’m not about to start now.  I’m going to give you some tea tree oil that you also can get from the store – it’s mostly natural and should do the trick.”

            “Just as long as my face doesn’t sprout tea or a tree.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER

            The dermatologist entered the exam room.  “Hello, I see the swelling has gone down nicely [thank goodness].”

            “Read my face, doc.”

            “Beg pardon?”

            “My face.  Read the word spelled out on it.”

            The dermatologist stepped back a bit to see the bigger picture.  “W – A – R – exclamation point?  Is this a joke?”

            “I wish I were that funny.  I’m scared, doc – I think they’re this close to rising up and killing me!”

            “Now, now, no need to panic.  I won’t let them get that far.”

            “What?”

            The dermatologist snapped on a pair of gloves.  “Lie down, please.”  The patient lay on her back on the exam table as the dermatologist placed a pair of goggles on her and on herself.  She turned her back to the patient as she began mixing liquids at the counter.  “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but your post-adolescent acne has entered the rebellious teen phase and must be wiped out immediately.  I’ve encountered this type only once before, and it nearly destroyed me.”

            “Destroy – ?”

          “However,” the dermatologist turned back to the patient; she was now holding a steaming cauldron and a ladle.  “Victory was mine then, and it will be mine once more.  Don’t move.”

           The patient froze as the doctor ladled the sub-zero liquid onto her pustulant face.  She lay silent as miniscule screams were heard, until they were cut off abruptly by the sound of ice forming.  The dermatologist then took a hammer and chisel and cracked the layer of ice off the patient’s face, catching the shards of the combination of chemicals and casualties into a bin marked “Biohazard.”  She held a mirror up to the patient’s face.  “Better?”

            The patient gazed in astonishment at her reflection.  “My face!  My wrinkly clear face!  You’re a miracle-worker, doc, how ever did you do it?”

            “Liquid nitrogen, plus one of my own special ingredients.  I’ve found it to be the duct tape of skin care.”

Story 133: Life Grand Prix

            Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 83^rd Annual Eternal Insurance Life Grand Prix.  Excitement permeates the air as our two racers bring their vehicles to the starting line: each car is equipped with equal amounts of familial love, safety features, and money invested in them.  And now, here’s some background on the drivers before our race begins.

            Driver 1 is what I would like to call a real go-getter: always prepared, has goals and a variety of ways to achieve them, ensures proper nutrition is available for her car, and has backup-plan repair kits on stand-by.

            Driver 2 is just going to wing it.

           And the starting flag is raised – the engines of hopes and dreams are revving mightily – the flag lowers and they’re off!

            The first leg of the course is the good old “School Years”.  And this is promising – each driver navigates the obstacles in this section well.  Oops, watch out for that “Prom” snag, Driver 1!  Heh-heh, someone always trips up on that one.

         Now, here the course diverges into several sections that also loop back onto each other: “College,” “Career,” “Family,” “Undercover Government Agent,” and “Hardened Criminal.”  The sixth option of “Early Retirement” was permanently removed from the course back in `09 – we’ll be lucky if any of us can ever retire at this point, am I right?  [Pauses; listens] I’ve just been notified by my producer to refrain from political commentary, and he’s right, I’m not bitter at all, I love my job – would you look at that!  Both drivers chose “College”; I haven’t seen that happen in ages!

            They seem to be doing well on that part of the course: they are smoothly navigating through the rough terrain of “Registration”; now “Research”; ooh, “Football Games” – uh-oh!  Seems that Driver 2 is being led astray by the “School Projects” leg, which cleverly mimics “Research” except for the fact that the driver invests no meaning in the work outside of itself: a common pitfall to which nearly every driver caught up in it falls prey.  She’s slowed down a bit now that she is mired in the swamp of “Ouroboric Academia,” whereas Driver 1 has pulled ahead using the “Real World Experience” off-ramp.

            Oh no!  Driver 1 screeches to an almost-stop and is nearly derailed off the racecourse by the “Life Tragedy” obstacle!  Ooh, this is tricky – this obstacle has been known to completely finish racers off if they never recover.  OK, I see that Driver 1 has shifted gears, chosen a path different from the one she originally was set on, and yes!  She is back in the race and gaining speed yet again!  Boy, I’m always glad to see that kind of recovery when it happens – very inspirational.

            Let’s return to Driver 2 – oh my.  It seems that she has veered off course significantly through the “Bad Decisions” hazards, and she is now nowhere near where she needs to be if she has any hope of ever reaching the finish line.  Her only chance now is to do a complete about-face, frustratingly cover the same ground she just traveled, and re-enter the main course where she had left it – a very daunting route, and one that few take.

            While she is pondering this life-determining selection, let’s check back with Driver 1 – unbelievable!  Not only has she regained all the time and distance that she had previously lost from the “Life Tragedy,” but she then found an even better section of the course than if she had stayed on her original path!  She’s going for it – going for it – and she has reached the “Success and Contentment” finish line!  Amazing!  That was a rare treat to witness, let me tell you; I am moved to tears here by all that bravery, intelligence, and determination that was just displayed.

            I almost hate to do this, but let us return to Driver 2 one last time.  Oh dear – ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that Driver 2 has parked her vehicle, disembarked, and has since taken up residence in To-Heck-With-It-All-Ville.  Sad to see this, and difficult to fathom especially since she didn’t even have “Life Tragedy” to deal with.  Well, she has lots of company with the previous racers who had made the same choice, but her companions for the rest of her life will be that of fellow quitters.  Best not to think of her ever again.

            Well, that was a great race for Driver 1 – hard to top that, but I definitely will be following her career of future races and wins with interest.  For now, thank you again for joining us in the 83^rd Annual Eternal Insurance Life Grand Prix, and let me sign off by saying: when you’re in a race, at least try to finish it.