The thin red line

I don’t think this one is related to diabetes, but since it is about healing time it does make me wonder a little.

About a month and a half ago I had an unfortunate incident with one of my cats. It was just a scratch so I obviously didn’t go to the doctor or anything – just did what you would do for any other minor cut.

Other people say they don’t notice it, but every time I look in the mirror (or at myself in pictures) I see the scar across my forehead. This weekend, I bought a gel that is supposed to reduce the look of scars. On the box is says to use it for eight weeks so I suppose it will be a while before I know if it is working.

It is nice that most of the scratch is in one of my forehead wrinkles though, because if the gel doesn’t work, I plan to just look surprised all the time.

On an entirely different note, Diabetes Mine is hosting Best of the ‘Betes Blogs this month. There have already been a few nominations submitted but there is plenty of time to get a ton more before the 28th. With No D Day this month, the non-D Related category should be a good one. For more information about how to nominate your favorite posts, click here. Remember, you don’t have to have a blog or a twitter account to nominate. You just have to enjoy at least one post a month!


  • I don’t have any product advice to give like Leighann or Kelly but I do hope that what you bought works. For what it’s worth, I can hardly see it in the picture and I can see it only because it was the topic of your post 🙂

    • But *I* can see it!!!

      I know everyone else says it’s not that bad, but to me it’s the first thing I see when I look in the mirror. And I’m still on the market so I have to do whatever I can! 😀

  • When I was a baby, my parents put me in a walker. I “walked” down the stairs. I’ve had a little spot on my forehead to remind me ever since.

    About 12 years ago, I was at work talking on my cell phone, and I opened a glass door right into my face. It caused a nice gash resulting in a trip to the emergency room and about 6 stiches.

    About 6 years ago, I’d removed a door from its hinges to paint a room, and when I carried the door across the room, it smashed into the light fixture which, in turn, smashed into my head. More stitches.

    Since losing my hair, everything my head touches leaves a mark. Low-hanging tree branches, the roof above a car door (I’m reminded of the S.K.Johnson GIF), and so on. Eventually, those heal.

    Facial scars aren’t embarrassing. They’re a sign of courage. They add character. Be proud of them.

    (Oh, and about that Vitamin E thing. I’ve done it too. I don’t know how well it works, but it’s definitely worth trying!)

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