My face is an interesting shade of dark blue. The bruising has now spread to my upper cheeks. Every morning I wake up to discover a new face in the mirror, feeling as though I'm living an existential nightmare.
Just like Kermit admitted it wasn't easy being green, it's not easy having a blue face. Maybe if the rest of me were blue it wouldn't be so bad. If I could put a scarf around my head and face, I would actually look pretty good since my eyes appear beautifully made up. But I'm not good would scarf-tying, and I'd hate to have it unravel while I'm driving.