Mishaps and misdeeds

Do you know these days when you feel slightly sickly, but not enough to stay in bed and gravity in itself feels like its just increased its pull on you tenfold? That's what today was for me (figures that once I am back in bed I'm beginning to feel better ...). Oh well, at least it doesn't look like I'm going to get sick - which, on second thought, sucks ... :P

You see, last week I had to go to the dermatologist's in order to get one of these birth-mark-type things removed from my cheek. It hurt a LOT, I kid you not - or at least the anaesthetic injection did, because after that I pretty much couldn't move half of my face for the rest of the day ... (just imagine me smiling then :D).

Anyway, immediately after the procedure he slapped a plaster on my cheek and told me not to remove it until checkup in one week's time - and not to get it wet under ANY circumstances. I sooo hate not being able to properly wash my face! I never realised that my feeling clean depended so much on washing my face - but it does! And now I feel all icky most of the time ... But to cut to the chase, checkup was yesterday - and in my opinion I look like Frankenstein's monster right now (... or at least, like his sister might have looked), My brother was really helpful about it, too, once he got a good look at my face: he said that when I talked it looked like I was talking out of two mouths now ... *sigh* Siblings ... you gotta love them.

Of course I'd take a silly little scar over being alive and not getting cancer any day but ... let's just say I do hope this will fade away rather soon - because I hate people staring -.-