Spoiler Alert: Pictures may hurt your eyes.
I had more skin cancer removed.
I had forgotten what cauterized, burning flesh smells like.
So that was a nice reminder.
This is me. In my 2nd ever selfie:
The Husband inquired why I avoid eye contact in my only 2 selfies.
I told him that I'm trying to keep the mystery alive.
I ran a bazillion errands looking like this. I have no shame.
I totally, completely didn't believe her.
Because seriously, this ain't my first rodeo.
Swelling? Psssh. Whateves.
Um. my forehead looks like it might have swallowed a gigantic jelly bean.
But it just oozed down into my eye. For the holy moly! I have got to stop taking scary looking selfies. My eye is so swollen, I don't even dare drive. It's all sorts of ridiculous. I feel like my own personal freak show.
I mean, what do you do from here? Cucumber slices?
I may, or may not, have considered putting hemorrhoid cream on that side of my face. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I might find an extra large Easter bonnet to wear on Sunday.
With matching sunglasses.