It’s not often that you’re excited to go to the doctor, but I found myself pumping my fist in triumph after mine told me to come in. After several thwarted attempts to make appointments, I was going to experience healthcare in Europe for the first time.
I used to have acne. Not just your typical teenage smattering of spots, but a full-blown pimple parade marching across my forehead, nose, and chin. When my birthdays ticked over from teens to twenties, the battle began in earnest. I tried everything—salicylic acid, oils and washes, and benzoyl peroxide that left my pillowcases and towels […]