We're going to party like it's 1853.

WARNING: THIS ENTRY TALKS ABOUT MEDICAL PROCEDURES. AND BOOBS. IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH YOU MAY WISH TO AVOID IT. IF YOU READ IT ANYWAY, DON'T COMPLAIN TO ME, kthx.

So I went to the doctor on Monday to get what I thought was a mole removed from the underside of my right boob. You know how doctors are like "If it grows fast, come get it taken off!" so yeah. I decided that was probably a good idea. So I went to the doctor. At which point I am informed that it is not a mole at all, but in fact a "harmless skin tag". Gross. If it is so harmless, why for is it owie and bloody? (Owie is a medical term. I swear.)

Anyway, the doctor then tells me that removal of such a thing is awesomely easy. "Just tie a piece of thread around it and it will fall off in five days." What is this... 1853? Besides, it's under my boob. I couldn't tie a knot around it AND manoever around it if I tried. Besides... OWIE!

And if it's so easy, can't he do it? Yes, yes he can, but it would have to wait until this morning. Deal. I can deal with that. So I go in there this morning and he freezes my boob. The right side of me is adequately prepared for a long game of dodgeball. He ties some special "surgical thread" (I assume this is thread purchased at Michael's as opposed to Dollarama, but I can't be sure) around it, and tells me to wait for five days.

So, it's only a piece of thread chilling out under my boob. But it's pretty much the most annoying thing ever. And it's still frozen. It feels kind of like a small insect is very determined to give me West Nile disease. I assume this will only get worse as the day goes on.

Also, I am discovering my inner superhero. I have devised that it will be less annoying to the mosquito if I wear a sports bra OVER a t-shirt and then another t-shirt on top of that.

I'm bring sexy back, fo' sho.