I took the day off from work today, and for my trouble I now have 12 stitches that run from the side my nose to the top of my lip. The reason? Basal cell carcinoma. I had a mole removed from that area a few weeks ago, and the biopsy came back positive. So now I am left lying here feeling like I got punched in the face. The worst part of the ordeal was when the doctor would use a cauterizing device to stanch the bleeding as he cut away the offending tissue. The smell of burning flesh is bad enough, but when the procedure is taking place a quarter of an inch from my left nostril? Yuck!
With my stitches and my deformed fat lip, I either look like I got in a fight, or I look like a villain from a James Bond movie. Hopefully in a few weeks, I will just look like me again.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free... it expects what never was, and never will be." -Thomas Jefferson