That was the best way I could think of to warn people.
On Friday, I finally got tired of messing with this thing on my ankle. I am a picker, It is in my genes. My dad is the expert, he taught me everything I know. I would make a great esthetician, or dermatologist, or nurse in a burn unit. I just...can't leave things alone.
I know, this post is getting a lot grosser than I had planned.
It's okay if you need to hit the 'back' button now.
But, I am the master of splinter removal! I wield tweezers like Bobby Flay wields a knife!
Anyway, I got this nice little sucker removed on Friday.
In my defense, I hadn't messed with it in almost a month and it kept growing and getting weirder....
Now it looks like this:
I get my stitches removed and my pathology report by Monday.
Oh, and you know I was watching front and center while they sliced that thing off. It was the highlight of my day.