My husband has an open surgical incision that is going to be closed (again!) on Monday. This time, the surgery is being performed by a plastic surgeon–whose main practice is cosmetic surgery. We’ve received a few pieces of mail from his office and the return address is a big logo with a stylized picture of a woman and the words “COSMETIC SURGERY” in a giant font.
I am stupidly bothered by this and have to fight a desire to explain to passersby that it’s a “legitimate surgery.”
I didn’t know I was this concerned about “what the neighbors might think.” So now I get to be embarrassed by my embarrassment.