Admittedly I have a lot of obsessions, and one of the top contenders is my skin. When I was in high school, I treated my skin with very little regard. I rarely washed my makeup off before going to bed, yet I had perfect skin. I don't remember ever even getting a zit.

Once I hit my 20's I became fanatical about washing my makeup off before going to bed. I haven't gone ONE night in at least 15 years without washing my face before bed, yet now I get zits. What is that about? I currently have one that's been there about a month. I decided to be "good" with this one and not mess with it. What did I get for my good behavior? It stayed there for three weeks. A bump on my face for three weeks. So, one night I just went to war on the damned thing. It's now healing up nicely, TYVM.


Anyway, on to purpose of this post. I had a nightmare last night that I was going to the doctor about something or other. While there, I decided to ask her about the previously mentioned zit.

...as an aside, the person playing the part of the doctor was the real life gal who gave me a manicure yesterday....

So the doctor looked at this zit, commented on how huge it was and said she wanted to ask me some questions. After running some tests she told me that she had an experimental cure and I'd never get a zit again.

She takes me to an auditorium and it was full of doctors. There was a metal table up on the stage and she asked me to get on this table face down. Then she pulled out this HUGE needle and said she had to shoot some sort of solution into my spinal column via my neck, but I'd have to do it without any sort of numbing medicine.

Believe it or not, I was perfectly willing to do this to have perfect skin. My concern? I didn't want all of the doctors in the room to see that I felt any pain. I wanted to look brave.

Then I woke up and I pondered that for a bit. What WOULD I do to ensure that I had perfect skin?