Getting the Barnacles Scraped
Aug 17th, 2010
Here I sit with a swollen, scabbed nose grieving my youth. Until about 2 years ago I never had any real reason to go to the dermatologist. But after hitting the big 3-0 my derm and I are now practically BFFs. I see her so often that I’m actually considering making her a godparent to one of my kids so I can qualify for the family discount. Today’s visit involved the removal of some newly formed ‘things’ from my nose. These ‘things’ have a name but I can’t pronounce it and frankly, I just want to forget they were ever there. My main concern was why these bumps suddenly made an appearance. Her response? ”These thing happen. You aren’t that young anymore.” Ouch. Maybe I am should rethink our bestie status. Although I am thankful for each day on this planet, I have to say, it’s a bitch getting old.
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