There's a Hole in my Toe
I drove 45 minutes to a dermatologist this morning and waited in the office for a good hour before I finally got called back. Then, it took the doctor all of ten minutes to look at my toe, shoot with a numbing agent and slice a mole off. He cauterized it, which stunk the room up something fierce and I was on my 45-minute way back to Batesville.
Any time I have my moles looked at reminds of the time my dad took me to Dr. Zink’s office to have a few removed. The doctor was giving me shots to numb the various areas; when he got to the one in my armpit my dad blurted out, “Oh, that’s gonna hurt the worst.” Dr. Zink turned to the nurse and said, “Make a note that John’s dad isn’t allowed to come with him anymore.” At that time, it probably did hurt the most. But today’s toe mole has hurt more than every other mole to come off so far, including the one that ended with stitches and a nice scar that’s still very visible.
Comments
Good times
Posted by: Lawless John | December 3, 2008 07:28 PM
Good times indeed.
Posted by: Johnny | December 4, 2008 08:12 AM
he he he
Posted by: sarah | December 4, 2008 07:15 PM