I went, they shot me, cut me, biopsied, stitched me up and covered the side of my nose in bandages.
Did it hurt? Is the Pope Catholic? Yes it hurt. Did I cry, no, but I sure wanted to. Have to go back on Friday to have my dressings checked and then the following Friday to have my stitches out.
Don't know how many stitches are under the skin, they dissolve on their own, but there are 5 to be taken out on top of the skin. It felt weird when he was putting them in, not painful, but the tugging was definitely uncomfortable.
They say there will be little or no scaring, that it was done in the crease on the left side of my nose, but I worry. Visions of Frankenstein's monster wander through my head.
And worse of all I'm on antibiotics again. The doctor said that because the "wound" was near my nose there was a greater risk of infection. No telling what the antibiotics will do to me, the last bunch made a mess.
Grumble, grumble. But the cancer is all gone and they only had to take one layer more off to find clear skin. So I am grateful, but sore.