flawed, not rotten
I went to the doctor (a doctor? Not THE doctor. A particular doctor) on Thursday to have my many moles checked. He scrutinised them all under light and with magnification, and declared them all to be skin tags and other equally harmless (if somewhat more technically labelled) blemishes. I realised about then that I had in fact thought I had cancer: I had not expected to leave his office without having something potentially cancerous removed from my body. I had even rescheduled my appointment once because the receptionist had said that the Dr could look but wouldn't be able to perform any procedures on the previous occasion, and I figured there would be no sense spending time stewing and stressing between diagnosis and procedure.
He did remove one small skin tag from my bra line, where it sometimes rubbed, to demonstrate to me how little pain was involved (little pain, agreed, and still pain). And he highly recommended I get a raised mole removed from my forehead because it makes me look, he said, "like a bloody unicorn". This remark amused me, not least because I consider unicorns to be beautiful and yes, mythical creatures. I had never even considered this particular mole as a cosmetic flaw until this same doctor had offered to remove it once before, when the subject of that appointment wasn't even me, it was the divine Miss Em. He said at that time that it obviously bothered me because I was hiding it under my fringe. I thought if I was hiding anything under my fringe, it was my long forehead (also horsey/unicornian? perhaps?), and actually I thought it was just my style. Recently this mole has irritated me a little, having grown more raised and in such a way that when I scratch my forehead - which, I've noticed, I do quite regularly - it often gets caught, and hurts. This made me consider his suggestion enough to mention it to MMM, who surprised me in his swift agreement that I should get rid of said mole.
So, the possibility of cosmetic surgery now exists in my future. What next? The doctor actually had some further suggestions! He also let me know I'd missed a patch shaving (my legs). Funnily enough, I felt unexpectedly comfortable sitting in my underwear, lieing down and rolling over on command, having him point out my physical imperfections. They seemed to matter more to him than to me.
He did remove one small skin tag from my bra line, where it sometimes rubbed, to demonstrate to me how little pain was involved (little pain, agreed, and still pain). And he highly recommended I get a raised mole removed from my forehead because it makes me look, he said, "like a bloody unicorn". This remark amused me, not least because I consider unicorns to be beautiful and yes, mythical creatures. I had never even considered this particular mole as a cosmetic flaw until this same doctor had offered to remove it once before, when the subject of that appointment wasn't even me, it was the divine Miss Em. He said at that time that it obviously bothered me because I was hiding it under my fringe. I thought if I was hiding anything under my fringe, it was my long forehead (also horsey/unicornian? perhaps?), and actually I thought it was just my style. Recently this mole has irritated me a little, having grown more raised and in such a way that when I scratch my forehead - which, I've noticed, I do quite regularly - it often gets caught, and hurts. This made me consider his suggestion enough to mention it to MMM, who surprised me in his swift agreement that I should get rid of said mole.
So, the possibility of cosmetic surgery now exists in my future. What next? The doctor actually had some further suggestions! He also let me know I'd missed a patch shaving (my legs). Funnily enough, I felt unexpectedly comfortable sitting in my underwear, lieing down and rolling over on command, having him point out my physical imperfections. They seemed to matter more to him than to me.