scar watch: but Debbie… pastels?
I am not ashamed to admit that I enjoy a good* joke about the excessive ceremony that has been assigned to 9/11. Such as The Onion’s Americans Observing 9/11 By Trying Not To Masturbate.
Even so, I don’t forget the loss, tragedy, heroism and sadness of that day. However, as it has been 8 years, I think it’s time to stop writing articles from the Are we any safer/back to normal/safe yet? perspectives. There’s a difference between Never Forget and not being allowed to forget or to a lesser extent–relax.
My bruise has nearly completely healed and entered the pink thing phase. It’s about time to find a skin treatment to reduce the scarring when it regains its color back to my naturally luscious brown. I’ve been reading and researching and I think combo of friendly and motherly advice have me all set. Still, I almost liked it better with the rusted-coppery scab over it, people seemed to notice it a lot less. Now my forehead really does look like it contains a rift to another dimension. 5 co-workers asked me about it since yesterday morning, one even rather loudly on the metro today, “Oh my god what happened to your head!?”
Worse, since the pain is completely gone, I’m less conscious of it but more self-conscious about it. I wonder if it glows in the dark? 😛
TGIF everyone. Skies are dark now, but there’s always sunshine just over the horizon.
* As noted before, by “good” I mean “funny”. Nothing is funny about the losses from that day, but poking fun at the reverence that some have given “9/11” that is completely separate from the attack is fair game to me. YMMV.