I like going to doctors. Not only that, I like actually having something I can be treated for. (Some might also say that I have a constant desire for or lack of attention.)
In terms of these particular likeness of mine, today was a good day. I went to the dermatologist last week, and she considered one of my birthmarks as conspicuous and thus worth cutting out. Jackpot, baby. So today was ER day. I got to wear funny little blue rubber things around my shoes. I got a local anesthesia. The doctor cut, sewed, and conquered.
But it gets even better: Since I have a lot of birthmarks, I have to monitor them and and go to check-ups regularly, and it's very likely I will have to sacrifice some more flesh.
In terms of these particular likeness of mine, today was a good day. I went to the dermatologist last week, and she considered one of my birthmarks as conspicuous and thus worth cutting out. Jackpot, baby. So today was ER day. I got to wear funny little blue rubber things around my shoes. I got a local anesthesia. The doctor cut, sewed, and conquered.
But it gets even better: Since I have a lot of birthmarks, I have to monitor them and and go to check-ups regularly, and it's very likely I will have to sacrifice some more flesh.
Contrary the denomination of that particular body area, I still get a lot of birthmarks. The funniest ones are: one on the sole of my foot; in my ear; in my eyelid. I also have a very big one in the middle of my right under arm, without which I probably would have never been able to tell the difference between left and right.
PS: I also realised when taking this picture that I have some sort of floccus on my neck (can you see the tiny hairs? looks like a monkey's.) Maybe I should go see a dottore about it.
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