Round 2

March 8, 2006

It’s mole removal day for me. And I guess we’ll take a shot at the warts too. So, if all goes according to plan, she’ll take a hunk outta me (actually 2 hunks) and then freeze the living daylights out of my 2 warts.

(Warts are particularly disgusting in my opinion and yet I must admit, I have a certain level of admiration for their tenacity. I have tried every possible method of getting rid of them but those suckers WILL. NOT. DIE. Amazing.)

I can handle the removal of flesh and things. That doesn’t bother me. What really gives me hives is to think of going back to the place that was so successful in making me feel like the biggest loser on the planet. (OK, slight exaggeration.) I’m not looking forward to seeing my dermatologist again either, who I’m sure is significantly more petite than the first time I saw her…especially since I’ve done nothing but increase in size since that fateful day about 6 weeks ago.

Unfortunately I’ve gotta wear the same oversized, men’s red sweater that I wore last time, but I happened to find some drawstring pants in my closet so I’m no longer limited to my not-washed-for-three-weeks jeans. Besides, my belly and those jeans are just not the best combination at this point.

I have a small problem in that my drawstring pants are capris which is not the greatest thing since it is winter here and there is still snow on the ground. But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. If I was a normal human being, I’d buy some maternity clothes, but I’m trying to hold out. Buying maternity clothes really cuts into my Great Debt Payoff effort. As my father always says, life is all about tradeoffs. How true is that.

But there is some good news here. This time I remembered to shave my legs and my underarms. And I slapped a little lotion on too. Hey, good for me.

Category: Life

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