farewell to the mole me

So... I haven't updated you on my mole situation (I know you were all waiting with baited breath). About a month ago, I went to the dermatologist just to ask him if it was possible to have it removed. He had me lie down on his little table and take care of it right then and there.

I spent a week with a lovely band aid on my face which people would then get up the courage to ask about, and to which I would respond, "what do you mean?... what's wrong with my face?!"

Now the sore has mellowed into a sort of soft red spot on my face and people probably just figure that it's a zit that I will not let heal. When the truth really is, I'm so paranoid about infection and scarring that I rarely ever even touch it. Maybe I should have all my zits surgically removed so that I treat them with the same attitude.

This picture (from when I had my own cooking show) makes me miss my short hair... and my mole.