Mean...What is that Thing?
Getting older means several things. Not the least of which is having
unidentified skin anomalies spring up every so often. Well last week I
had a "skin bump" that I scratched against a golf cart and it began to
bleed like it had been shanked in a prison shower.
Long story short - two weeks later I am still opening this thing up
almost daily, so it has to go. Do I call and make a doctors appointment?
No way, who's got time for that. Besides, co-pays are a tool of The Man
to keep me down. So I layout my Home Surgery Kit in front on the
bathroom sink and put my game face on. Careful to give a liberal dousing
of the entire area with 91% isopropyl alcohol, I start in. After several
attempts, I am finally satisfied with my handiwork. That's the good
news. The bad news is the bathroom now looks like the OJ / Bundy Ave.
So now the bleeding is, well, lets just say manageable and the bathroom
is presentable, and my medical waste, including the offending bump, are
sealed in a plastic bag and in the outside garbage can.