OK. That wasn’t so bad. The worst part was the novacaine (or whatever they used) injections. I’ve never been stung by a bee down there, but I suppose that what it must feel like.
Allison the Beautiful was a pleasure, as always. The nurse who chaperoned our little play date seemed a little put off that she had to be in the same room - go figure.
Allison: “Can you feel this?”
Me: “No.”
Allison: “Good, I’m already done.”
The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than 2 minutes.
Now I have a little cautery scar and no beauty mark. The biopsy should take a week, but Allison wasn’t too scared by what she saw (the mole, you pervert).