It looks worse in person…I look like I got in a fight. This looks better, but it’s four days post removal. I can see my cheek out of the corner of my eye.
The stitches hurt, my face is incredibly irritated from bandaids and tape and I. AM. OVER. IT.
Yes, I’m happy they got all the cancerous cells, blah, blah, blah…but I want to be able to walk around and not have people do a double take at the girl with the huge bandaid plastered across her face.
One of the ladies who takes my classes at the gym offered to punch me in the face, just to even me out. What a sweet girl.
What’s even worse…it make me look like my dad! You should see me with my glasses on…spitting image of good old Dave.