The scene: Justin's dad's house. A bunch of aunts, uncles, and cousins are sitting around the table, catching up and playing cards.
The relevant characters: Me, obviously, and Justin's cousin's wife, who I will call Holly (Christmas birthday-themed name joke). Oh, and Justin's cousin Bruce (Batman-themed name joke), but Holly is the snipper snapper.
The topic: Bruce was discussing his type 2 diabetes and talking about how difficult it was to follow the diet. I brought up how hard it was to follow the restricted foods/activities list for rosacea. I was trying to a) relate to Bruce, because restricting yummy things is hard, and b) make a joke about how the list is entirely comprised of all things good in life (wine, coffee, chocolate, spicy food, warm baths, the sun etc. are all triggers for rosacea).
The offense: Holly INSTANTLY jumped down my throat, saying that rosacea isn't the same as diabetes, because it is a LIFE THREATENING ILLNESS, and no one is going to DIE from having NOT COMPLETELY PERFECT SKIN. She went on for a bit, but that was the gist.
What I really wanted to say, but didn't, because unlike Holly, I don't make people look like assholes just for kicks (except on my blog): Fuck you, Holly. I have a masters in Biology and went to (some) medical school, I am well aware of the risks associated with Type 2 diabetes. I was trying to empathize with your husband, who is an awesome dude, despite his questionable taste in women. There is no reason to get all snippy snappy with me, and to try to make me look like an insensitive jerk in front of the entire family. Also, I don't just have "not completely perfect" skin. It's a legitimate condition that I didn't ask for and don't want. I take super expensive oral and topical medicine to treat it, but I still have a crazy face. I have to slather on shitloads of makeup just to look like a normal (albeit cakey) person, and, when I don't do that, I have to listen to people tell me that maybe if I just [insert advice that doesn't apply to rosacea], I wouldn't have skin problems, or ask me if I am sick or having an allergic reaction because I'm flushed. I can't attend workout classes at the gym because they stop the class and ask me if I need a break because I look like I'm dying. The teeniest bit of physical exertion or sun exposure makes me look like a tomato. I have no ability to mask anger or embarrassment. And the list of restricted foods really does suck, which was the POINT of the CONVERSATION.
|My face on a GOOD skin day - no bumps/cysts, relatively little redness. Behold the power of makeup.|
I find myself doing this more and more lately, and I'm not really sure what the deal is. Do I need to get laid/massaged/pedicured more often? Do I not have enough real problems? Maybe it's related to my anxiety?
Do you guys rehash conversations, or is it just me (and Swistle - I remember her saying she did this too)?