Spotty Dotty

It was time for my annual burn fest--where I go to the dermatologist and get all my skin tags and other little bumpy growths frozen off my body. I seem to grow enough of them to need this procedure done every year or two. I always schedule to have it done in the winter months so that I can wear a turtle neck shirt for a while whenever I go out in public to hide the atrocious-looking, blistery, scabby sores on my body.

After the doctor had his fun with the trigger on the freeze/burning canister he was using, this is what I looked like: LOVELY!!

And that's just a portion of the sores covering my neck, chest, tummy, back, hand and arm. I must admit that I did have him treat some spots that were just plain, old-age spots. As I am watching the sores healing and know that the age spots will be gone when the scabs fall off, I'm now thinking of the dermatologist as my own, personal fountain of youth!

Of course, I didn't want to be the only youthful-looking partner in this marriage relationship, so I dragged my husband along with me (misery loves company...). Glen had a small amount of his own bumps gracing his forehead that needed to be zapped. He also had a huge, dark spot on the top of his head that was getting larger as time wore on. So, being the dutiful wife that I am, I scheduled for Glen to accompany me to the doctor and this is what he looked like when we were finished:


SPOTTY AS WELL!!

The two spots on his cheek were zapped after the doctor put on his magnifying glasses and declared those spots to be pre-cancerous. He really kept the spray going on those two to make sure the skin there was sufficiently, deeply frozen.

As time passed, the one on his cheek got so bubbly I thought it was soon going to burst and ooze liquid all down his cheek--like the sunburn blisters Ben had on his cheeks after his day of snowboarding...

...or like the sunburn blisters Abe had on his shoulder after his day of sun at the swimming pool. YUCK!!

Glen was complaining that all his spots were on his face and head where everyone could see them. I hardly had any sympathy at all because after a count was made of all our spots, the grand tally was

Kim--76

Glen--9

(he only had 7 places treated, but the big, dark one got 3 zaps and so he made me count those towards his total). So, which one of us should be doing the most complaining??!!?? (Perhaps any poor person who has to look at us and all our spots...)