…so, I left off talking about rosecea and the struggles I’ve had with this nasty condition. I went into panic mode when Giti recently described my nose as a hamburger nose. This immediately conjured up images of W.C. Fields’ nose – and, if you’ve ever seen W.C. Fields’ nose – then you know what the third stage of rosacea looks like.
I NEVER want to have a hamburger nose – I would much rather pioneer a plastic nose than deal with such an eventuality. Hamburger nose, oh no…and now, my nose is evidencing that third stage. Was Sigmund Freud correct? Is the nose a symbol of the penis??
And I haven’t even got to the other insidious manifestation of rosecea – that being ocular rosacea! This “aspect” of rosacea has sand-like or goopy stuff residing within the lower eyelid – that is not only extremely irritating – but also plays havoc with your vision. I remember one of my latest eye exams — when I told my opthomologist that I was having an ocular rosacea attack during the eye exam. She replied that she couldn’t see a thing – and that nothing appeared to be wrong.
Consequently, I ask everyone who is involved in the medical profession (or thinking of entering it) to find a cure for this damned nonsense…
I used to pray a lot – particularly when I worried about having impregnated the fairer sex. I remember quite-a-few-nights, yes, quite-a-few-nights pleading with God to make sure that my little swimmers didn’t make it, or, that there was simply nowhere to make it too on that particular day/night.
So you can imagine how startled I was this morning to see an ad in my beloved Times that proffered a possible cure for rosacea!?
I started writing this article a-couple-of-weeks-back, and it will be posted for 6/6/11 – but I got back to writing it last night (6/19) – and this very morning – there was this ad from Dr. Pearl E. Grimes (and I don’t mind giving him a plug in The Doctor’s Inn) – to join a 13-week study that might solve my problem.
I think I have to try this lil’ experiment – as it might end years of suffering…well, not suffering necessarily – but years of irritation and angst (RE: that W.C. Fields nose). And when you think about it – isn’t each of our lives a grand experiment? Don’t we go through life running the experiment of our being? So a little experiment within the larger experiment might be fun…
I am still struck by Jung’s conceptualization of the collective unconscious – how we are somehow connected in this grand pool of ideas – and that if we are sufficiently clear and connected – we can tap into those shared potentialities, those shared dreams and desires (and watching ‘Inception’ as I write – might be contributing more to my thinking than I can fathom).
A cure for rosacea; a blemish free existence; some time at the Vitiligo & Pigmentation Institute of Southern California…do I wake or sleep…