KENNEWICK — I’ve had my nose to the grindstone this month.
As a result, folks have been forced to look me in the eye and hedge on the truth.
It’s not that they’re feeling particularly nosy about the quarter size wound sitting just above my left nostril — one with more than 50 cents worth of glowing red. It’s just that it’s right under their nose; a fact so blatant they can’t help but notice.
And as you can imagine, I’m quite ready to tell them the entire saga about my nose while they shift uncomfortably, eyes crossed, struggling to make strong eye contact.
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But what I’m really after is sniffing out the real story; to learn whether they think this latest skin procedure looks as bad as I think it does when I look in the mirror.
Invariably, I’ve found that people look for the bright side — other than the vivid drama on the left side of my nose. They soothingly say the abrasion doesn’t look that bad — while silently thanking God that it’s not on their face — and assure me that it just needs time. Others look closely — without gagging — and remark that it’s healing nicely.
Well, it’s no skin off my nose — although plenty of mine has been missing — if friends want to make me feel better by evading the harsh reality. They can leave that to my 4-year old grandson.
“Mema, you have an owee,” Joshua said the other day as he stared at my Band-aid, one I’d considerately worn to the grocery store.
I looked down at his angelic face, filled with sympathy.
“Yes, Honey, would you like to see it?” I asked as I bent closer.
Slowly, I peeled back the wide bandage.
“OH MY GOSH!” Joshua shouted as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, his tiny hands clutching his stomach.
At that moment, I knew the truth.
However, since that revelation, a little therapy shopping has done me some good.
But you can bet when I slip on my new purchase, grandson Joshua won’t be anywhere near. I couldn’t bear to hear his comment when I ask my husband, “How do I look in these skinny jeans?”