Yesterday, while getting my leg stitches removed, I mentioned to my doc that I would like two small moles removed off my nose. I have one on each side and they never used to bother me until I started receiving unwarranted comments. First, I've had students ask, "How come you don't pop those black heads on your nose?" to which I reply, "How come you're sitting close enough to me to even see that? Back up". The other comment I receive is from my grandma. More often than not, Grandma will comment, "Don't you regret getting your nose pierced now that you're left with a scar?". Not a scar, Gma...it's a birth mark. Scars don't normally turn brown.
My doc said he doesn't remove facial moles and that I would have to go to a plastic surgeon in Saskatoon. My first thought was, "YES! Finally something in my life that compares to a celebrity lifestyle!". My doc then mentioned that the surgeon could remove the small fibrous growth on my shoulder (again, another bump that looks like a zit or a purplish mosquito bite). I started to wonder whether the surgeon could do a few more things while I was there. Like pin back my ears. Or shave a little off the height of my nose. Or one of those fatty tissue transfers where they suck the fat out of one part of your body and put it somewhere else. They can suck out my fat and put it...oh I don't know...into Angelina Jolie.
No comments:
Post a Comment