Scary Skin and Beauty Products

Skin has many types. Some have skin types that can easily react to substances that come in contact with the skin. Reaction varies from itching to swelling of some parts or the entire body.

A friend went to work last Saturday and told me that she has allergy. Allergy to what, I asked her. I saw that her face was red and the part around the eyes looked puffy. The previous night she applied a recognized facial whitening cream, an effort to lessen the freckles that had increased and are becoming noticeable because of their color. The result was an itchy and inflamed face the morning after.

She went to work today and she looks worse. An appointment with clients forced her to go to work. She had to see a doctor yesterday because she woke up (after trying Iterax and Claritin) with a swollen face and eyes that were like slits already. The redness and itchiness were spreading to her throat. That sounded scary to me because she could have difficulty breathing if her larynx became swollen, too, because of the reaction. Her doctor gave her Celestamine and a medication to be applied externally on her face.

We all have to be extra careful applying elements on our face and body. My friend did not learn her lesson well when she had a bad experience with a facial product that has hydroquinone and melanin. Her facial skin is hypersensitive and should have tried first dabbing a small amount on her wrist to see if there will be a reaction. She should have tried also seeing an allergist to get an advice on what is best for her face.

I told my friend that she should have filed a complaint. These products must be banned because there was no warning or sufficient info for the consumers. She told me that it wouldn’t be necessary because her doctor told her that complaints were already filed before. It was even a topic of an exposé in television months ago. I wonder what happened to the complaints because these products are still being sold in the market.

Scary Skin and Beauty Products

Skin has many types. Some have skin types that can easily react to substances that come in contact with the skin. Reaction varies from itching to swelling of some parts or the entire body.

A friend went to work last Saturday and told me that she has allergy. Allergy to what, I asked her. I saw that her face was red and the part around the eyes looked puffy. The previous night she applied a recognized facial whitening cream, an effort to lessen the freckles that had increased and are becoming noticeable because of their color. The result was an itchy and inflamed face the morning after.

She went to work today and she looks worse. An appointment with clients forced her to go to work. She had to see a doctor yesterday because she woke up (after trying Iterax and Claritin) with a swollen face and eyes that were like slits already. The redness and itchiness were spreading to her throat. That sounded scary to me because she could have difficulty breathing if her larynx became swollen, too, because of the reaction. Her doctor gave her Celestamine and a medication to be applied externally on her face.

We all have to be extra careful applying elements on our face and body. My friend did not learn her lesson well when she had a bad experience with a facial product that has hydroquinone and melanin. Her facial skin is hypersensitive and should have tried first dabbing a small amount on her wrist to see if there will be a reaction. She should have tried also seeing an allergist to get an advice on what is best for her face.

I told my friend that she should have filed a complaint. These products must be banned because there was no warning or sufficient info for the consumers. She told me that it wouldn’t be necessary because her doctor told her that complaints were already filed before. It was even a topic of an exposé in television months ago. I wonder what happened to the complaints because these products are still being sold in the market.

In a Jiffy

This will be short. These past few days I don’t have the abundance of time. Now I leave some questions which you might want to indulge yourself with.

  • Overheard a friend talking about an officemate who seem to think that her profession is better than my friend’s profession. Is there such a thing as the best profession? Personally, I don’t think there is such a thing as the only profession worth to be nominated as the best. Well, there maybe professions which are profitable in comparison to others. But isn’t it what is important is that one loves doing what he is doing, and that at least he has somebody to pay him for what he loves doing? So, is a chemical engineer superior to a chemist? Or is an artist inferior to a nurse?

  • If a tree fell in the middle of the forest and no one was there to hear it , will it still make a sound? Will sound be sound still when you do not hear it? That is a question from my beloved daughter.

  • An officemate loves to ‘play’. We are not on speaking terms anymore because I do not play her play. In short, I am not comfortable with her and her actuations, and I don’t think it is necessary to play goody-goody with each other. So, we don’t talk anymore but she ‘plays friends’ with me when hubby is around. Is that flirting? Or a deliberate attempt to annoy me? I just don’t see any reason for her to act like we are close as before. And what is funny even more is when hubby is not around she ignores me which I don’t mind at all. I am not at all threatened or insecure but goodness knows what she is doing! What might she be doing exactly?

In a Jiffy

This will be short. These past few days I don’t have the abundance of time. Now I leave some questions which you might want to indulge yourself with.

  • Overheard a friend talking about an officemate who seem to think that her profession is better than my friend’s profession. Is there such a thing as the best profession? Personally, I don’t think there is such a thing as the only profession worth to be nominated as the best. Well, there maybe professions which are profitable in comparison to others. But isn’t it what is important is that one loves doing what he is doing, and that at least he has somebody to pay him for what he loves doing? So, is a chemical engineer superior to a chemist? Or is an artist inferior to a nurse?

  • If a tree fell in the middle of the forest and no one was there to hear it , will it still make a sound? Will sound be sound still when you do not hear it? That is a question from my beloved daughter.

  • An officemate loves to ‘play’. We are not on speaking terms anymore because I do not play her play. In short, I am not comfortable with her and her actuations, and I don’t think it is necessary to play goody-goody with each other. So, we don’t talk anymore but she ‘plays friends’ with me when hubby is around. Is that flirting? Or a deliberate attempt to annoy me? I just don’t see any reason for her to act like we are close as before. And what is funny even more is when hubby is not around she ignores me which I don’t mind at all. I am not at all threatened or insecure but goodness knows what she is doing! What might she be doing exactly?

Very Tired

Well, this is just one of those I hate. To feel too much makes me too tired.

‘You know how it feels to be like a balloon full of water ready to burst anytime? It feels like it is welling and these emotional susceptibilities are ready to break loose.

I am no superwoman and yet I desire to be one. Whew! Boy, I sound like an emotionalist.

Then Rejuvenated

(written the morning after)

I woke up late this morning. I did not have much sleep. What with the grunts coming from a drunk partner. I tried to close my eyes but I cannot have my ears closed. I wanted to let the situation be – him grunting and me ignoring. I ended up dabbing his face with a towel dipped in hot (err… warm) water. He pulled a face while I was doing it, probably there was some sense left. He could still grimace.

All throughout the night, he was grunting. I did not know what time, but probably it was way past midnight when I blanked over.

I woke up late from a soft kiss planted on my thigh (yes, on my thigh) and soft pats and a soft voice coming from someone trying to make amends. I listened. Then suddenly, as if recalling everything, I burst out (but not with the level of anger the night before) pretending to be angry still. He was laughing. Yes, he was laughing at me (and at everything I was telling him he did). Then he told me he’s sorry and that he didn’t know what he was doing (which is still a very big question to me – do drunk people really forget what had happened?). And as I have told, he was trying to make amends, to compensate from everything he (unknowingly?) did. Breakfast was ready with my favorite combination of tuyo, fried egg (with no salt) and fried rice. Really good coffee was also prepared.

After breakfast, Kay played her favorite Growing Old With You, by Adam Sandler. I told him to listen especially to the last stanza.

I wanna make you smile whenever youre sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

Ill get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

Ill miss you
Ill kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Ill need you
Ill feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if youve had too much to drink
I could be the (wo)man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

For better or for worse…

Very Tired

Well, this is just one of those I hate. To feel too much makes me too tired.

‘You know how it feels to be like a balloon full of water ready to burst anytime? It feels like it is welling and these emotional susceptibilities are ready to break loose.

I am no superwoman and yet I desire to be one. Whew! Boy, I sound like an emotionalist.

Then Rejuvenated

(written the morning after)

I woke up late this morning. I did not have much sleep. What with the grunts coming from a drunk partner. I tried to close my eyes but I cannot have my ears closed. I wanted to let the situation be – him grunting and me ignoring. I ended up dabbing his face with a towel dipped in hot (err… warm) water. He pulled a face while I was doing it, probably there was some sense left. He could still grimace.

All throughout the night, he was grunting. I did not know what time, but probably it was way past midnight when I blanked over.

I woke up late from a soft kiss planted on my thigh (yes, on my thigh) and soft pats and a soft voice coming from someone trying to make amends. I listened. Then suddenly, as if recalling everything, I burst out (but not with the level of anger the night before) pretending to be angry still. He was laughing. Yes, he was laughing at me (and at everything I was telling him he did). Then he told me he’s sorry and that he didn’t know what he was doing (which is still a very big question to me – do drunk people really forget what had happened?). And as I have told, he was trying to make amends, to compensate from everything he (unknowingly?) did. Breakfast was ready with my favorite combination of tuyo, fried egg (with no salt) and fried rice. Really good coffee was also prepared.

After breakfast, Kay played her favorite Growing Old With You, by Adam Sandler. I told him to listen especially to the last stanza.

I wanna make you smile whenever youre sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

Ill get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

Ill miss you
Ill kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Ill need you
Ill feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if youve had too much to drink
I could be the (wo)man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

For better or for worse…

The Best Gift

Once again, I would like to share an email from my friend Charry. Here it goes..

Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts that they were able to give to their elderly mother.

The first said, “I built a big house for our mother.”

The second said, ” I sent her a Mercedes with a driver.”

The third said, ” I’ve got you both beat.” You know how Mom enjoys the Bible and you know she can’t see very well. I sent her a brown parrot that can recite the entire Bible. It took twenty monks in a monastery 12 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $100,000 a year for twenty years but it was worth it. Mom just has to name the chapter and verse and the parrot will recite it.”

Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks.

She wrote to the first son, “Milton, the house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house.”

She wrote to the second son, ” Marvin, I am too old to travel. I stay home all the time, so I never used the Mercedes…..and the driver is SO rude.

She wrote to the third son, ” Dearest Melvin, You were the only son to have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious.”

If you fell down laughing, then you probably enjoyed the story as much as I did. I will be sharing more of her and my other friends’ funny emails.

And it’s weekend again! Time flies so fast. Tomorrow it’s Christmas once again.