Saturday 5 May 2012: Getting shot of my mole.
A while ago, I had a mole removed from my face.
It was quite small, and it wasn't weird, but it wasn't quite right either.
I spoke to the doctor who said that as we got older our
skin cells tend to misbehave and do crazy things.
Anyhow, she stuck a local anesthetic into my head and cut it out.
It didn't hurt.
I thought I looked quite cool with a big plaster on my temple,
like I'd tried to commit suicide by putting
a bullet into my brain, but the bullet just couldn't take me out.
Looked in the mirror today. The mole's come back
(if I say grown back, it makes me feel a bit sick).
Shit. So if you see a troll wandering around town in the
next week or so, looking like she's tried to kill herself, that'll be me.