I bet you don’t remember avablog post# 443, do you? I forgive you. I guess.
It was all about me having some moles removed. It was my first time undergoing this particular procedure, and it involved a fair amount of me being a fair amount a naked in close proximity to a doctor who was a fair amount of attractive. What with the move and all last summer, I missed my scheduled mole re-check following the removals.
At Leah’s urging, we made another appointment this month for the re-check. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but at least I was used to having this comely doctor poke and prod me while I sat there in my underwear.
Except that there was a different doctor on duty today. Another woman. And she made my “old” doctor look like something out of a horror movie (well, OK, not really; but almost!). Where do they get these dermatologists, anyway? She gave me a thorough going over and then announced that she wanted me to have five more moles removed in June. Five! What’re you gonna do? I dutifully made my removal appointment and then hit the bricks. Now I only have about six weeks to turn this winter flab on my midsection into something on which Ma Ingalls could scrub Pa’s filthy work shirts. If only there were a way to get ripped abs in six weeks….
