Jun 16, 2008 10:22
Moments ago, at work, in the restroom mirror, I noticed a flesh tag on the right side of my neck. This joins company with a tag that was already on my neck, making for two. I'm not sure how long this new tag has been there, but, if my health insurance covers it, I may have it and the older one removed.
But there's a problem: my neck. Some of you reading this may know I absolutely abhor having my neck-particularly the throat-touched. (The only exception to this is when I am in an intimate situation with a girl and only when intimate; she could be the love of my life, but, if we were somewhere public and she suddenly reached out to caress my throat, I would be sufficiently upset.) This phobia of mine, fortunately, is a minor one. It hasn't crippled me socially; the only downside is I'll never be able to enjoy a hot lather and shave from a professional barber. So, no matter how true the hands of the doctor may be, I fear having his or her hands go anywhere near my throat. The prospect of this terrifies me, which, if I may be blunt, might seem incredible coming from someone who has taken the Q-tip method of STD testing and didn't think it was that big a deal.
Maybe if I plead my case to the doctor, I'll get doped up real good.