Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE.
I thought I should try to explain why I HAD this potentially hazardous product (as though it somehow mitigates the imprudent circumstances under which I injured myself with it). When Sarah was between rounds of chemo, she’d grow head stubble (because her hair, like I said, has magic beanstalk properties). The fuzz irritated her to no end. Because she had a Central Broviac® Catheter, she was not supposed to shave or use scissors or brandish a cleaver at herself, so I saw ran across this product in the store and thought it might be a solution to her problems:
Here’s the product endorsement:
VEET® FACIAL CREAM KIT
Specially formulated for smoothness and long-lasting results, the new VEET® Facial Cream Kit has a gentle depilatory cream and moisturizing cream which are clinically proven to minimize irritation.
Both creams condition your skin with rich shea butter. The kit also includes the VEET® Perfect Touch Hair Removal Spatula for easy application and removal. It’s designed for easy, mess-free use, with smooth edges that protect delicate facial skin.
Take the sensitivity out of facial hair – in more ways than one – with the new VEET® Facial Cream Kit.
As is turns out, Shirleen broke the rules, and used her years of experience as a former dog groomer to gently and carefully shave Sarah’s head. So the “Facial Kit” has been in one of my bathroom drawers for ages.
It occurred to me that it might be the IDEAL product to take the essentially invisible peach fuzz off my face (Ladies, if you haven’t hit your mid twenties or later – just you wait – you’ll get more furry, I assure you). It sounded like using this product was as easy and soothing as gently caressing wondrously soft wee sleeping kittens on your face and then smoothing on sumptuous cream that gave you a visage rivaling the finest and most luxurious silk.
Is it redundant to say I really should know better?
I did read the instructions carefully. However, I disregarded the part about doing a patch test “in a small area and waiting 24 hours before using product to ensure you have no adverse skin reactions. Contains thioglycolate.*” Believe it or not, though I am Kate the Safety Dog, I don’t ever patch test or strand test – not with skin products, not with detergents and such (to see if they dissolve or discolour fabric OR cause fatal allergic reactions). I realize that this is incongruous, but in addition to being Kate the Safety Dog, I am wont to be EXTREMELY IMPATIENT at times
Thus, I jumped right on in. In accordance with the instructions, I spread a “thick coating” of the depilatory cream on clean, dry skin. I did NOT rub it in. Ah – a noticeable tingling stinging sensation…
That’s when things got dicey. I’d already disregarded the patch testing section under the “CAUTION” section on the box. I’d also read this “caution”:
If discomfort and irritation occurs during use, remove the product immediately and rinse area with cold water.
In most circumstances, the recommended length of time to allow the product to remain on your skin is UNDER five minutes, ten minutes maximum. I was aiming for the minimum. Regrettably, three to four minutes is not a long time to muse about what constitutes genuine “discomfort” and/or “irritation.” I clearly have a high tolerance for physical “irritation” and/or “discomfort” OR I rationalize to an absurd extent. Perhaps BOTH.
The next step was to remove the cream with the magic VEET® spatula.
The soft ends of the spatula gently glide over the contours of the face, ensuring that the hair is effectively removed.
How FUN; I just love tools! I started to “gently glide” over my face with the magic spatula. I knew instantaneously that I was in trouble. As I insinuated previously, I am NOT a wimp, but each stroke of the the spatula caused me to cry ALOUD with profound and horrific pain. It was something to the effect of, “Ouch, ouch, OWWWWW, OUCH, OUCH, [insert your choice of profanity here], OUCH OUCH OUCH, AHHHHHHHHHH, OUCH, [insert something so vulgar here that sailors all around the world blushed], OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!.” It was like removing several layers of one’s epidermis with a butter knife.
THEN it was time to “wash off residue using cold water.” I was astonished to find that it was WORSE than scraping the cream off with the “gently gliding” spatula. This process, as you would expect, caused another loud burst of similar…oration as aforementioned.
After “patting” my face dry (believe it or not, I was still attempting to follow the directions), I applied the moisturizing cream. VEET® said, “Moisturizing Facial Cream is enriched with Vitamin E to leave your feeling beautifully soft and smooth.” Is that so? I believe, instead, that the opaque nature of this substance (at least when you first apply it) serves as a kind of spackle to hide the hideous sores and lesions that may have resulted from the treatment; then one doesn’t go into immediate shock. The cream hurt like hell, too.
I have learned SO MUCH (as usual, the hard way). Another caution from the package is, “After use, wait 24 hours before applying an antiperspirant, perfume or astringent lotion.” Believe me, there was NO CHANCE WHATSOEVER that I was going to apply “astringent lotion” to my face. If water and AIR hurt my face, anything astringent was RIGHT OUT. I am just not enough of a masochist as to splash gruesome sores with – say – isopropyl alcohol. Yes, call me “WIMPY” and while you’re at it put a hold on those bamboo splinters to shove under my fingernails.
The embarrassing thing (as usual) is that it was my fault. It says – IN BOLD – right on the package, “Failure to follow use directions and precautions may result in chemical burns.” They ain’t whistlin’ Dixie.
True enough, some people might choose to blame repulsive disfigurement on the product, but I believe the old adage, “A bad carpenter blames his tools.” Wait – or is that, “A crappy artist shouldn’t blame the paint.” No… Maybe it’s, “Blame YOURSELF, not your TOOL, Guys.” You get the idea.
Here’s a case in point. While I was searching for an image of the VEET® Facial Cream Kit I ran across a complaint registered with the Consumer Complaints Division of the U. S. Department of Health and Human Services, U. S. Food and Drug Administration, Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, Office of Cosmetics and Colors. There, in a table of adverse reactions to various products, was a complaint for THIS VERY PRODUCT. They have numbers indicating the “Code Injury Complaint” and the “Code Body Part.” These were the two “Code Injury Complaint” i.d.’s indicated:
14 Dermatitis (to include rash, redness, swelling, blisters, sores, weeping, lumps, inflammation, sunburn, chemical burn, and irritation)
19 Pain (to include itching, stinging, burning, soreness, and tingling)
Sounds about right. EXCEPT, when I found out which “Code Body Part” designated, any sympathy I might have felt for the complainant evaporated. They had put the product all over their LEGS. Mind you, though this product (theoretically) shouldn’t cause a problem with leg hair, it is intended to be used on relatively small areas at one time (hence “facial”). There’s no WAY you could apply it to your legs and remove it within the recommended period of time. Moreover, I sincerely doubt that they patch tested. What an idiot.
After my wanton disregard of the aforementioned cautions, I thought it best to continue to follow all cautions TO THE LETTER. And, since the package said, “If irritation persists consult a physician or call a Poison Control Center,” I called my doctor today (I mean yesterday). Luckily, I communicated with her THROUGH her nurse. I’ve suffered enough recent humiliations with my doctor – and I just love her – with a combination of stupid things that I did and with some potentially serious issues that I injudiciously let slide until they got to a point that they still might have some serious ramifications. And that’s all I’m saying about THAT, as the select few who HAVE heard about these issues have heard enough for the WHOLE WORLD (besides, the partially self-inflicted papule on my left breast has healed, and despite the temptation some days to do so, I am NOT going to blog about my nether regions. At least not right now).
My physician suggested cortisone cream, which I’m sure will help eventually, and I’m currently having some luck with “first aid & burn cream” (it has antiseptic to prevent infection AND it has Lidocaine, which is an analgesic).
Still, I had to spend the last two nights sleeping in a recliner with my head carefully positioned on my travel pillow so that my face didn’t have to touch anything. I am a side sleeper by preference, and finally today I fashioned a system with sterile, nonstick gauze (a great deal of it – to be safe – like my concept of how many napkins – that’s serviettes for the “foreigners” – I need to use) so that I could put the less severely burned portion of my face against a normal pillow and take a nap.
In conclusion, I have a list of a few of the critical things I’ve learned, as well as a few questions:
AND if they say even ONCE and especially if they mention MULTIPLE times a “Poison Control Center,” you are not dealing with something innocuous and mild like baby shampoo, “school” paste or whipped cream.
jenny
November 19th, 2006 at 1:49 am
Oh, ALWAYS match the lipgloss to the seeping, open wound.
Kathryn, my grandma tried to bleach the dark hairs on her knees when she was young (ca. 1920’s) with Clorox, and only succeeded in turning her knees a blinding, snowy laundry-fresh white while the hairs remained a glossy raven black.
At least your beard is blonde. Amy’s beard is a full, ruddy brunette that rivals that of any of the seven Pontipee brothers. According to Grettir, that is…
Kate
November 19th, 2006 at 2:49 am
That’s most excellent advice. My lips are closest to the lesions, anyway.
Shirleen said on Friday that I looked like Mr. Ploppy from Black Adder I, who evidently had a “family skin condition” that prevented him from shaking hands with people because it might FALL OFF (I only have a vague memory of Gaolor Ploppy and Mrs. Ploppy – I think HE DIES and she keeps running a public house?). So evidently I remind her of a leper?
But Amy is the BLOND ONE? How funny that she’s the Pontipee look-alike…
I KID (with love, of course), Ames. If you DO have a full, ruddy brunette beard at least you’ve found a way to control it that a) is effective and b) doesn’t disfigure ANY portion of your face.
And Grettir had best watch out. Though he’s a MAN, and he has very tasteful body hair (for whatever that’s worth?), if he’s too mean to to his sisters he’ll get smacked on the head with the Karma wand and get lots and LOTS of extra chest hair – so much that it would sprout up in a big bunch out of ANY shirt he wore (even a TURTLENECK). There was a professor in the Theatre Department like that, so I KNOW it’s possible.
Terry
November 19th, 2006 at 8:00 am
“Wondrously soft, wee sleeping kittens…”
Those would have been the Cottonelle kittens, of course.
Instead, I believe you gently caressed your face with the ass of Papa Charmin Bear.
jason b
November 19th, 2006 at 6:10 pm
I occasionally stop by this beloved blog for a helping of cheese and nostalgia. Today, your depilatory story induced several cringes, a wince and a silent yelp. I feel your pain. I, myself, had a severe depilatory catastrophe a couple of years ago. I will spare you the details, but let it be known
Pam
November 19th, 2006 at 6:26 pm
Ha, ha, ha! Caressed by Papa Charmin Bear. That’s it!
This whole facial hair thingy started, Kate, when you began tweedling with your eyebrows, you know. May I suggest that you just need to EMBRACE the Frida Kahlo within. She is obvioulsy yearning to emerge. 🙂
jenny
November 19th, 2006 at 7:59 pm
Jason, I don’t EVEN want to know why you were using a depilatory on your nipples.
Okay…secretly I DO want to know.
jenny
November 19th, 2006 at 8:03 pm
Ooh, ick, ick, ICK! (*Bleh.*) I changed my mind!
Zina
November 20th, 2006 at 12:41 am
Are you sure he didn’t groom the chest hair to emerge out of the turtleneck on purpose?
I am SO SORRY for your depilatory misadventure.
I’m trying to think of a silver lining — surely there are some meaty theatrical roles you could play without any need for stage makeup?
Another possible silver lining: pretend it was an intentional do-it-yourself at-home chemical peel. Maybe when it’s over your skin will emerge as new and radiant as a baby’s bum.
Kate
November 20th, 2006 at 12:43 am
Dear Lil’ Jason,
I distinctly recall that the box of MY product said – in large, bold all-caps type, no less:
Kate
November 20th, 2006 at 12:57 am
Dear Jenny,
Come ON – I think that we BOTH would very much like to hear (and cringe because of) the saga of Jason and His Depilatory Nipples. Wait – that’s supposed to be Jason and the Argonauts. But as I, for one, don’t remember what in the hell “Argonauts” are (Pirate Astronauts, maybe. Think about it), I’ll take The Tale of Two Nipples.
‘Kay. I’ve evidently used enough products containing Lidocaine that it has seeped into my brain tissue and deadened it. I’m pretty certain that is the case, because I’m really cracking myself up here, and that’s just sad.
The Tale of Two Nipples!!! Ha ha…
Now my nipples have sympathy pains.
Oh Hello! Dear Zina,
I’m afraid that I only scar. Bruise and scar – scar and bruise. Oh – and the professor COULDN’T HELP IT. He was a Yeti (and not just the eyelids).
Kate
November 20th, 2006 at 1:00 am
Wait, Zina,
if we recall Shirleen’s reaction, I could certainly play a leper.
I am doing a music class for Leif’s Kindergarten tomorrow. I cannot WAIT to terrify a bunch of five-year-olds with slightly tenuous control of their bladders.
Zina
November 20th, 2006 at 9:17 am
Forgive me that I’m greatly amused about the kindergarten visit.
You should tell the kids that that’s what happens to you when you do drugs.
jenny
November 20th, 2006 at 9:35 am
Just wear a neckerchief over the lower half of your face and sing cowboy songs or “She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain” or something like that. Use the little sand-paper blocks for the train sounds, and dowels to make the horsey clip-clop noises and let them gallop around the room. And ALWAYS pass out some sort of sweets at the end. The point is to draw as much attention away from your grossly, appallingly disfigured visage as possible.
Having taught many, many, many children of that age, I’m afraid that if you don’t create a major distraction the entire class will spend all of “music time” staring at your big ol’ sores with their mouths hanging open and glazed, half-horrified/half-fascinated looks on their faces. I mean, that’s the look I get from most 5-year-olds anyway, and I HAVEN’T had any depilatory catastrophes lately.
Or perhaps it’s because of my handlebar moustache…?
Mic
November 20th, 2006 at 9:42 am
And what about products for men?! ; – )
Mic…
http://www.micheleer2.splinder.com
P.S: There’s an absorbing video on my blog. It is called “Breaking the cancer code: CBS”. It’s in English and I strongly advise you all to watch it and possibly write a comment!.
Kate
November 21st, 2006 at 3:15 am
Mic
Well, Mic, judging from Jason’s experience, I would say that even if it’s in an innocent-looking PINK box, NO ONE is safe, woman or MAN alike. And I know that sometimes cyclists like to shave their bodies right before races to feel faster… I would say that they should DEFINITELY beware of depilatory cream (and at least do the patch tests). I cannot imagine the horrible pain the would result from riding a bicycle covered in sores like the ones on my face.
Then again, I haven’t ridden a bicycle since I was – sheesh – fourteen? We rode EVERYWHERE then, and they equate remembering how to do certain things by saying, “It’s just like riding a bicycle.” Nonetheless, I’m thinking that – sores or no – it would HURT for me to ride a bicycle right now. Mostly because I’d no doubt promptly fall right down and/or crash.
By the way, Mic, that’s an EXCELLENT and hopeful video clip. Like I said in my comment, when I left the Genetic Research group that’s the sort of thing that researchers were focusing on – proteomics and eventually the targeted therapies mentioned in the clip. It’s so exciting to see is actually HAPPENING.
I highly recommend that clip to everyone (and, as Mic added, it’s in English). To get to Mic’s site, follow the link I just added or follow the link he listed above, OR look in my sidebar. There’s a picture of Lance Armstrong in the Tour de France in the “BE NICE” section. If you click on it, that picture it takes you to Mic’s site. If you hover over it the title is, “Break the Silence.” Wait – I think I figured out how to link right to the entry with the video: Breaking the Cancer Code
LIVESTRONG!
P.S. Mic’s one of those impressive bi-lingual people (it could be tri- or quad-lingual for all I know – freakin’ people like TERRY).
I wish I spoke more Italian than the lyrics to scads of Italian arias and art songs, or a few choice phrases such as, Che bello pezzo di uomo! (approximately, as I understand it, “What a beautiful piece of man!”). There’s also, Mi fai SCHIFO! and Que schifo!. Oh – and Ti spaccala faccia!, Ti scippala testa!, Testa dura!, Testa rossa!, and Testa calda!. OH – and I just found Testa piatta!, Testa di cane!, and Testa saldata!
Please forgive all spelling and conjugation errors; I am an ignorant American.