I got the call from the dermatologist (actually it was one of the girls in his office) to tell me I'm not going to die. Whatever funk is on my skin is benign (all 3 of them), so now I'm just left with a sting every time I sit down and no desire to show off my cleavage or any part thereof or to wear tube tops (ok, that one is not new). Those little scabby scars are so incredibly ugly, and remind me of old people who've had cancer removed from their face. I don't know why that is, but that's how I link them... maybe because the first time I ever saw such a thing was on an elderly person. No wait, that's the only time I've ever seen those, only on old people. So now that I'm not going to die, I can go back to freely obsessing over getting old.
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That's great news (the word from the doctor, not that you're obsessing about your age!). Good to hear it's not anything malignant.
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