I went in to get my under eye mole removed today. I was pretty excited and nervous as well.
The doctor decided that the cut would have to be deep enough to require stitches, and he didn't feel comfortable doing that so close to my eye, so he referred me to a plastic surgeon. He didn't want to make a big scar that would pull my eyelid down and make me look pretty silly. I am glad he was willing to admit that to me. I was dissapointed though.
The mole remains. Oh well, at least Ben thinks it is somehow attractive. I will give the plastic surgeon a call later.
On the up side, he gave me some medication to CURE my cold sores! I get them when I get really stressed or when the weather changes. So, of course, I have one right now. They are so big and nasty, and they stick around forever. I hate them, and I rarely use the word hate. I have had them ever since grade school, and I get about 8-10 of them a year. They have been a plague to me. I am so excited to possibly never have one again. YYYEEESSSS!!!!!
So not all was in vain.