At two weeks after his chicken pox outbreak, he’s looking good again with no permanent marks on his face. I had to keep reminding him not to scratch them, and to show him the pox mark on my face to illustrate my point. A mark that brings me some sweet and sour memories.
I had chicken pox 12 years ago at a rather advanced age, right after a whole month of endless partying with the man. He, had to insist on coming to visit me, despite how unsightly I look then. So in a mad bid to beautify myself, I inevitably broke a blister which later created a permanent hole on my face.
The mark is always contentious for us.
I’m always blaming him for causing the scarring while he’s always blaming it on my vanity. But there’s never any hard feelings of course. Afterall, the mark also reminds us of our heady courtship days, and the fun we had when we first got together.
Hm… ur sweet & sour pox sound very sweet to me… kekeke
wtpg:
Comment by wtpg — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 @ 6:34 pm
Heheh!! nice story..
MB:
Comment by Mama BoK — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 @ 6:33 am
Haha, a pox mark to remember you by. How sweet!
Ange:
Comment by Ange — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 @ 7:13 pm
Aw.. a scar can remind you of such sweet things..
Comment by zara's mama — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 @ 10:29 pm
this entry is so sweet! Thank goodness I’ve not been hit by the pox bug since I was vaccinated against it sometime back. I heard it can be really unbearable so kudos to your brave boy!
Comment by msfairface — Mon, 3 Dec 2007 @ 12:46 pm