Well... okay fine. Technically speaking, this was me last summer BEFORE I was pregnant. Can you blame me for using a skinnier picture?
No, you can't.
Anyhow, that's me on a typical, non-pregnant day.
Well, my dreadful Quasimodo transformation all began a week ago, Sunday morning.
I awoke with this slight pain on the bridge of my nose.You know that feeling like a gigantic, all face-consuming pimple is coming on? Ya, that feeling. But when I looked in the mirror, I was just as horrified to see that the whole bridge of my nose was swollen and red!
Okay okay, so it wasn't THAT noticeable, unless I pointed it out to someone. Which I did, to my hubby and my neighbor while at church.
Both reactions? Oh yaaaaa... it is, isn't it?
But Sunday night, it was worse and I had developed this big, red, painful splotch that spread from the bridge of my nose, down onto my right cheek.
Hoping it was just a weird... something, and it would be gone in the morning, I went to bed.
I woke up to the feeling that I had been pummeled in my sleep.
Not that I've ever been pummeled before, but I think I can now imagine the feeling.
To my great dismay, the red splotch now looked like a butterfly across my nose and both cheeks. It was hot to the touch and a little itchy.
But what surprised me the most, was just how much pain was in my face. My jaw, cheekbones and nose felt especially battered. Touching my skin was very painful and the glands just under my chin were swollen and hurt like crazy.
Remember my belly post last Monday when I cut off my head and mentioned my face was all weird?
I wasn't exaggerating.
Because I NEVER exaggerate. Ever. Never ever.
In this case though, I really wasn't, like I mentioned already.
Not knowing where else to go, I called up my OBGYN and set up a last minute appointment to have him check out my face.
He looked stumped, and I didn't feel reassured by that. But, due to the nature of the butterfly rash, he guessed it was either Rosecea, or possibly even Lupus.
He prescribed some anti-biotic cream for the "rash" and said if it didn't get any better, to let him know and we'd get an appointment with the dermatologist.
If I thought Monday was painful, Tuesday was twice as bad. Again, having never been punched in the face, I could only imagine that I now know what it feels like. It hurt to talk or eat, and anytime I bent over or looked down, I felt like my face was going to explode.
Not my finest moment, I know.
And you! Ya you, I heard that horrified gasp! You owe me some chocolate for that!
Anyway, I called the doctor's office and set up an appointment with a dermatologist for the following morning.
If I thought Tuesday was painful, Wednesday was twice as bad! By now I was ready to smash every mirror in the house.
The dermatologist inspected my face and finally determined I had something called Erysipelas, or St. Anthony's Fire.
He then went on to declare that it is a rare infection, even rarer to see it on both sides of the face and that he hadn't seen the infection in years.
He even brought in another dermatologist to show me off. Apparently I was a cool patient.
At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
So, antibiotics were prescribed and I was excited to get on with the healing.
But by Wednesday night, I looked like this.
Have you ever had an eye completely swollen shut? I would like to state for the record, and you can quote me on this, it is highly annoying!!!!
No it... really is.
I kept trying to pry my swollen eye open just to get some relief from the annoying situation.
The good news is, the antibiotics had helped a lot with the pain. It wasn't nearly so intense, and I was so grateful.
Yes, I had just rolled out of bed in this picture, What gave me away?
The pain continued to lessen and the swelling was slooowly starting to go away. But I was still super self-conscious about the was I looked.
Cause I'm vain like that, obviously.
SATURDAY AND SUNDAY:
Most of the swelling had gone away although you could still see a little in my right eye. My skin was also peeling from where it had been swollen and inflamed.
It was like having a sunburn without the nice tanning side effects.
I also kept trying to strategically style my annoying hair to cover the right side of my face.
I was only mildly successful with that.
There is still a slight red splotch or two but the swelling in my right eye is barely noticeable.
PLEASE NOTE: If any of you laughed at or plan to use any of theses pictures against me, I will send my 2-year old to your house. You know of whom I speak.
I know, you should be scared.
Disclaimer: As you read this voluntarily, I am not liable for any mental or emotional damage sustained with viewing these images of me without make-up.