The power of the little red dot...

It was a sad day for me yesterday...

Really really sad...

It evolved from a small red dot at the start of the day...then it got worse by noon...
by 2pm, I wanted to call in sick (I was working night duty) so that no one would see me...

I had a big pimple on my nose!! To make matters worse, it's on the tip of my little round nose!!! It could have been anywhere else(really, anywhere else!!), but why on the most alleviated (and thus most noticeable) part of my face??!!!

I asked myself why it happened...I was miserable...I felt like taking the day off so that I don't have to go out and let people scrutinise my nose as they spoke to me...I was agonised...I was struggling...

Deep down, I know I would not allow myself to avoid stepping out of house JUST because of a stoopid pimple.
But I felt so miserable...

Then the pimple got worse, it has decided to emerge from a red little dot in the morning to a bacteria-filled yellowish pus, sticking out in the middle of my once lovely Rudolf-like-nose...

I was horrified to see the extent of the damage done to my face... this " :o( " , is to portray what I meant...

tsk tsk...
What have I done to my nose...what have I done...

Eventually, after a lot of self-persuasion, I managed to take a little step out of my home...
Saw no one, then walk to the lift, secretly hoping that no one will be in the lift.
My prayers came true! No one in the lift!!
Chop chop...run into the lift and walk all the way to the bus stop pretending that there is nothing wrong with my nose.
Seems like no one was noticing me at the bus stop, board the bus, and took out a magazine to cover my face, pretending to read it.

It was horrible! Felt like a fugitive...finally reached workplace, and saw my collegues. They were really nice people to not comment on the pimple(thanks gals!). Or mayb, it was just not as obvious as I thought it was...

then I spoke to my "clients" in the course of my duty...and boom! the deadly truth sinks in...they stared at me strangely as I converse with them...and their gaze fell to my sad little pointed nose..all the time!!!(I swear i saw that!!). But i couldn't do anything...I just want to run away and hide in misery...

The night went on(I was working night shift) with my colleagues avoiding stares at my protruding pimple...
And I continued to wallow in self-pity...

Sad Sad Sad Sad Sad...

All because of a pimple.
:(