Last night I had a mole cut out, because it got in my way, so to speak. It was sitting right on my belt line, and for years it's been rubbing raw and healing, then rubbing raw again. I'd had enough, so I had it cut out. It actually scared me a bit, because it's the first time anyone's taken a scalpel to me for any reason, including threats. The procedure itself didn't hurt, because of the anaesthetic, but there's been a dull ache and an itch there ever since.
The stitches are staying in until after Easter, which is a bit longer than usual.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - Or so the doctor tells me.
PPS - And why would he lie?
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