Aren't I pretty? I don't feel very pretty. This was taken yesterday. When I had an area of skin cancer sliced out of my head (the slow growing kind, all is well). And I'm only smiling because Todd make me giggle.
My head now feels like its been stabbed. 402 times. I can't figure out why it burns so much. Is that normal when you have your skin cut out and stitched back together? I have no idea. Oh, but I do know this: It's not very pleasant to smell your own flesh burning when it gets cauterized. I can now cross that item off my bucket list.
You wanna know the very best part? Better than the mean doctor who made me cry? I get to wear this huge, white bandage on my head for 2 weeks. That's 14 days, people. Oh, and I can't get it wet. What the?
Child #3 told me to glue a flower to the bandage. Instead, I just went out to the store and tried to ignore the fact that I look like a crazy person. The cashier asked me if I hurt myself. Nice.