son of a . . .
September 1, 2011
One of the joys of aging is the arrival of bumps, growths, and other bodily anomalies that as a child you maybe thought were really cool, and even named and talked to, and as a middle aged adult, you wonder if it’s either Kuato, or something you should have removed because it signals the early onset of cancer, or perhaps a manifestation of Mary’s Face, in my face.
And thus, I visited the Dermatologist this morning, during which I had a kind of wimpy “40 Year Old Virgin” moment.
It went down like this: I pointed out the scary anomolies on my face that I (Kim) had identified. She (the dermatologist) said “Okay, well, this will sting just a little.”
And then she electrocuted my face about ten times.
Seriously. Buzz, followed by smell of burning flesh, followed by my eyes tearing up and overflowing, followed by me saying out loud “SONOFABITCH!” followed by her saying “yeah, sorry, you’re doing great.”
But look–now I’m free of scary bumps and stuff on my face:
Wait. Dammit, I guess I need to go back.