Adventures in Self-Injurious Behavior

As I have entered my forties, things are happening to my body. I have developed a couple of  BB sized, raised, flesh colored bumps on my face close to my hairline. Probably no one knows they are there but me. Of all the things unsightly about my earthly temple,such as the fifty extra pounds clinging to my hips, arms, thighs, belly, butt, and chins, these keratotic papules are what I obsess about.
I know all about oregano being a "hot" oil. We are warned to use extreme caution when applying "neat" to our skin, because it can burn. Heeding that advice, I have been dabbing, ever-so-scarcely, my funny skin bumps with oregano dotted onto the head of a Q-tip. Nothing was happening. It's been a couple of weeks. I barely felt anything, certainly not burning, and my bumps haven't gone anywhere.
So tonight I put a dropper bottle cap on the oil bottle and used the glass pipette to directly apply the oregano to the bumps. The application was much more precise and more of the oil went on the bumps instead of getting absorbed into the Q-tip.

For awhile, I begged Josh to call the fire department. The only thing that will save me is the blast from the fire hose, soaking me with the pressurized million gallons of cold water per second. It feels like I have peppered my face with burning hot lava. My face is red, much like the fire truck I request. It appears my face is melting as the little bumps are actually weeping. I am weeping.

Ok, I'm not really weeping, Its not THAT painful, but it is pretty dang uncomfortable. As the burn subsides, and the redness dissipates, I think I finally have my first testimony of oils doing what they are said to do. Burning my face off was not how I wanted to confirm the effectiveness of oils, but alas, I think my skin bump's days are numbered.