The surgeon showed me-it was pretty gross.
I also learned something.
I learned that if you have the right insurance, and a large amount of greasy yellow tumors beneath your skin, having them removed can be as addictive as chocolate cake or getting another tattoo.
I went there to remove one and made plans to have 3 more removed from my forearm.
I don't know if I am giddy from excitement or from my body's reaction to being cut open.
It went well and I am well.
It has been a pretty good day.
I walked the kids to school along with a bunch of other kids and 2 friends.
I harvested a shit load of chamomile, which I will hang to dry before my numbing medication wears off.
and I just finished eating a homemade German chocolate cupcake.
Not too bad for this week.