Postscript, Western Michigan

I left Saturday with more questions than answers.

About ghosts, mainly.

(Not the galloping kind, either.)

As a senior in high school, I, like most teenagers, had acne. In hindsight, it probably didn’t rise to the level of the chronic acne that a lot of teens take medication for, but my dermatologist was willing to prescribe me Accutane to try to combat whatever issues I did have. With a move to Champaign on the horizon, I was happy to take it.

Accutane side effects are many – I distinctly remember how wild it was to hear that it could cause suicidal thoughts, and wilder still that I was like, “To get rid of some pimples? Worth it” – but the dryness, particularly lip dryness, is at the top of the list. Compounding the issue was that I chose to start taking the medication during the winter so that I might be off it by the time I left for college the following August.