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Man, what happened?
Then:
And now...
Not pretty.
So, yeah, I had the bright idea to grow a WinterBeard, largely inspired by Warren Ellis. Because beards are, you know, manly and infuse one with a sense of inwardly focused laser power that they can then transform into wonderful art and stories and the like. The beard at once provides a blanket for introspection while showing to the other males of the species that you could easily eat of their flesh and take their women...and so forth.
Anyway, Bad Fucking Idea.
A few days into it, my face had some minor irritation (fine) which rapidly developed into major irritation (not so fine). Then, my darling baby daughter managed to give me a vicious headbutt, nice and solid, right to the agitated area. The next morning I awoke with a field of blisters on my now swollen and fat upper lip.
The condition worsened over the next few days and began to worry me. I went to the croaker and got a script for some antibiotics, which have certainly helped. My daily dose of antibiotics and ibuprofen made me a bit off-kilter for a few days, though. I remember precious little of Christmas...which, really, might be a good thing.
So, the lip has mostly healed at this point but not enough to shave this God forsaken hair from my face. I swear my facial hair is tipped with poison or something. And every strand feels like a tiny steel fibre skewer erupting from my skin...it's not supposed to feel like that, right? Must be my mutant ability.
Anyhow, unless I find myself trapped under a tonne of ice or something, I don't believe I'll be repeating this failed experiment anytime in this lifetime.
Also, I'll try to stop being ugly soon, I promise.
Then:
And now...
Not pretty.
So, yeah, I had the bright idea to grow a WinterBeard, largely inspired by Warren Ellis. Because beards are, you know, manly and infuse one with a sense of inwardly focused laser power that they can then transform into wonderful art and stories and the like. The beard at once provides a blanket for introspection while showing to the other males of the species that you could easily eat of their flesh and take their women...and so forth.
Anyway, Bad Fucking Idea.
A few days into it, my face had some minor irritation (fine) which rapidly developed into major irritation (not so fine). Then, my darling baby daughter managed to give me a vicious headbutt, nice and solid, right to the agitated area. The next morning I awoke with a field of blisters on my now swollen and fat upper lip.
The condition worsened over the next few days and began to worry me. I went to the croaker and got a script for some antibiotics, which have certainly helped. My daily dose of antibiotics and ibuprofen made me a bit off-kilter for a few days, though. I remember precious little of Christmas...which, really, might be a good thing.
So, the lip has mostly healed at this point but not enough to shave this God forsaken hair from my face. I swear my facial hair is tipped with poison or something. And every strand feels like a tiny steel fibre skewer erupting from my skin...it's not supposed to feel like that, right? Must be my mutant ability.
Anyhow, unless I find myself trapped under a tonne of ice or something, I don't believe I'll be repeating this failed experiment anytime in this lifetime.
Also, I'll try to stop being ugly soon, I promise.