Yeah, mine doesn't look like that.
It turns out that I don't know how to exfoliate, and that when rubbing the wet washcloth under my eyes started to hurt, I should not, in fact, have tried to "work through" the pain, but rather have listened to my body, which was screaming, "Stop, you fool!"
Oh, and I certainly shouldn't have made things worse by then going outside without sunscreen (two days of summer a year, I just have to outside and get a tan. I mean, burned). That definitely didn't help.
So now I have a temp assignment at a bank on Thursday. The temp agency tells me to dress up, look expensive, that's how I'll get a higher salary. Fair enough. I just don't know what to do about the fact that I look like I stapled a piece of roadkill to my cheek. Band-aid, maybe?
Oh well. Maybe it will look better by then. It sort of looks better today (actually it looks worse, but it hurts less and I can feel the skin starting to scab).