Recently I decided to do something I’ve put off for a while: I had surgery to remove the birthmark on my scalp, which is the type of potentially cancerous thing I was told I didn’t really want on my scalp. More accurately, I’ve had about half of it removed, and the skin around it stapled together, and I’ll need another surgery or two before it’s all gone. Lovely, eh? I quite agree, so here are a couple pictures.
And not for the extremely squeamish:
So now I’ve got eighteen staples in my head, a half-bottle of lame painkillers, and an audio-book from Orson Scott Card, and it’s time to say goodbye to Blacksburg for the summer and drive my little car 14 hours down to Mississippi!