I had this problem with my eye. It was kind of a red problem. It was a problem that made me want to, you know, reeeeally casually, permanently hold my iPhone or book or whatever over the left hand side of my face.
Or wear a deeply, deeply angled beret at all times (and frankly there is no way of pulling that off well).
This despite the fact that apparently it was really not so obvious to anyone else (is it ever?) But most annoying of all it was a problem that really actually hurt. My eyelid was swollen and red and looking like it was extremely cross indeed.
I tried quite a few things to remedy this situation, I tried hydrocortisone, (yes, I know, it’s bad for your skin, but so is having a REALLY SWOLLEN EYE). I tried every moisturiser I could lay my hands on, even ones that promised to be really gentle and kind and soothing. Nope.
Hello Pinkeye, nice to see you again.
My friend Sarah told me I should try this mad cult-y cream she’d ordered from the states. Really? I don’t think so. And anyway, what if it makes it worse? But then again, Ow, it really does hurt. What’s the harm? Go on then, give me a bit to try.
One day. Gone. Three days. Can’t remember the problem. Done. No more problem.
So, yes, of course, I’m sharing the name of this stuff, in its extremely unprepossessing packaging, with it’s ever so slightly odd smell. And I’m telling you if, like me, you have highly strung skin that likes a little tantrum every now and then, you need this stuff in your bathroom.
Mario Badescu control cream