December 12- Closing out Week 5

Closing out week 5 on Accutane just the way I started it, a hot red mess.

Inflammation, check. Spotty red bloody looking pimple left-overs, check. Discoloration, check.

I'm now convinced that the antibiotic I took for the first 4 weeks of treatment (b/c no one told me not to) basically didn't allow Accutane to be as active in my body as it should have been.

Okay, I'm staying positive.

On the plus side, I went out looking like a pink powder puff while I ran a 30K today (18.6 disgusting miles).

Though I think it's safe to say we were all more concerned about not losing toenails, staying hydrated, and not collapsing along the course than sizing up people's powder puff pink outfits and acne to match.

As a rule I generally try to avoid pink because pink clothes show off a pink face.

Well, I went for ALL pink today- and no makeup.

Was I treated as less than I am when I'm all dolled up and out and about for work? Absolutely.

Maybe that's what's so weird for me about this acne disease.

Annie Acne is invisible without concealer, but a beauty queen when she's painted up on tv.

I'm required to paint my face like a geisha for work.

On camera I'm pretty, my acne is visible, but the clothes, the hair- everything else so pulled together- and I'm doted on by people I work with for stories.

I dote on them too. I'm not trying to sound like I'm important- it's just I know how to make friends and get along with people- and we use each other to create a great product.

It's not hard to ask for something you need from a client or pr person or joe blow when you look good.

If I would've approached someone today for an interview "hey, you're running 18.6 miles that's so great- mind if I chat with you on camera"?

Eyes would roll, feet would keep pounding the pavement, and I'd likely be smelling the rubber as they zoomed away.

Oh and did I mention- side effect numero uno- my achey joints had me almost collapsing throughout the race.