I'm waiting. Waiting for a phone back from the laser place… and the story? "I'll talk to Dr T**** and see if you need to wait another 6 months before we can proceed with full laser treatment".
I got the test-patch done, it was painless (for me) and I found out that I have Type I skin, i.e. the palest complexion, which coupled with my dark, coarse hair should make me an excellent candidate. However, the Roaccutane, the accursed Roaccutane… *heavy sigh* I have to wait at least 6 months, it's now 7, please don't make me wait any longer, I'm begging you. I want this facial hair gone now!
It's within my reach, and although it hasn't been snatched away from me, that's how it feels. I'm presuming a doctor will act on the side of caution, but shouldn't they also consider the patients mental state? Which is to say, that this facial fuzz is knocking me down, crushing my self-confidence. I want to get it done, I want to get it out of the way before I have to uproot myself and be someplace far away.
The girl (S****) was really nice and professional, and my heart was buoyed by the fact she had no problems doing the test-patch, but now I'm waiting, I won't be able to leave the mobile alone for more than a minute. 6 months can be a brutally long time…
4:20 pm - I need to go back to work, even if it's just to distract myself.
11:30 pm - Went to the gym, I think I did Ok, except now I'm getting major stomach cramps, I'll finish this entry and lie down.