Yesterday I had a procedure done where they cut out a small spot on my chest. All is well. Then I had to go next door to another Dr. for consultation about the cancer on my nose, right where the nose-piece on my glasses rests.
This guy is a "maxillofacial" specialist. Next week he's going to cut the spot off and examine it under a microscope to make sure he cut out juuuust the right amount of tissue. Then he's going to cut skin elsewhere (maybe the bridge of my nose?) and transplant some tissue from there back onto my nose where the boo-boo was.
George Clooney. Or is it?
I told him as long as he was slicing and dicing I was kinda hoping for the "George Clooney" look, and told him there would be a nice tip in it for him if he could help me out. He told me he was a simple highly trained medical specialist, not a miracle worker. :)
So I guess it pays to be a pasty-white little nerd living in mama's basement. No sun, no skin cancer, no slimy sunscreen.