I had a growth above my right eyebrow. And by "growth," I mean that plate tectonics have been at work on my forehead, pushing up a mountainous mass for all the world to see. It's true. Mountain climbers have been staring at my growth and charting their courses.
So I made a call and set up an appointment at the dermatologist.
I went in for that appointment yesterday. I think I scared the nurses, because I kept hearing, "For the love of Gumby! What IS that thing?!" Anyway, the nurse who drew the short straw finally came in, trying to avert her eyes, and set up a tray of assorted needles, knives, hammers, chisels and dynamite for the doctor to use on my procedure. When the doctor came in, I bravely watched as she took the giant square needle and came at my face with it. (I totally closed my eyes. That needle really was huge.) I struggled to remain conscious during the hours she toiled, trying with all her might to remove the offending growth. (It took about a minute and a half. I did feel pretty dizzy though.) The crater that was left was at least the size of 12 city blocks.
After being heavily bandaged (one of those little round bandaids), I was sent on my way. I thought I heard something about sending the growth to Area 51 for testing while I was walking out, but I can't really be sure. (It's being sent to a lab for testing. I don't know when I'll get the results.) Later that night, my eye was swollen so much I looked like I'd been in a fight. I kept yelling, "Adrian!", but no one came running. Go figure. (It really did swell up. I slept sitting up so it wouldn't swell shut overnight.) Clearly, I was ready for the Mrs. America pageant. So pretty...
Well, there you have it. All the sordid details. If I hear anything back from Area 51, or if I notice black helicopters in whisper mode flying over my house, I'll let you know. I'm sure you'll be waiting with bated breath.
Everything in this post is completely true. Except for the parts that aren't.