Today finds the 100,000 teeny, tiny red pustules, that covered 60% of my face yesterday, reduced to 100,000 innocuous red dots. Unsightly still, however, they pose no immediate threat to anything, except my tattered and bruised ego.
I'm starting to believe the "Universe," actually enjoys taking the piss out of older women! Is it not enough that we are forced to grapple emotionally, mentally and physically with the very process of growing older? While at the same time, we contend with wrinkles, sagging, bagging, spreading and drooping! Must we also have to endure the indignities, hideous symptoms and side effects of strange and puzzling illnesses?
If the Universe is a female; she is either a "bitch," or she is our ultimate numen; with a phenomenal plan to strengthen us to a point, where we are infinitely indestructible.
For what purpose? I know not.
However... for now, I have more important things to contemplate; like finding the right outfit to go with this hat!