I'm going in to have a few things hacked out of my flesh this morning. Something common for people with my skin type, or so I've been told. I'm not too worried, though. Heck, my dad's been having things carved out himself for as long as I can remember. I've been well aware of what I have to pay attention to and what I don't for many years. This day was inevitable.

Go in for a little gouge, send it off to the lab, a little follow up with the dermatologist... We'll save the worrying for when there is something to worry about. Right now, uneasy will do. Uneasy is an appropriate outlook toward things being gouged out of your flesh, benign or no. Don't you think?