I am still feeling out of sorts from my doctors appointment this morning. What started off as a simple dermotologist appointment to assess the major breakouts that I have been having turned into me leaving the office in a daze.
I hadn’t a clue that a session to check my facial acne would turn into me standing naked in a medical gown flashing my backside, and frontside nonetheless, to a dermotologist and nurse as they combed my body for suspicious moles.
Had I known I’d be evaluated in my birthday suit, I would have shaved. Everywhere.
Had I know I would recieve three shots of novicane and have three abnormal moles razored off my body, I’d have taken a Xanax. Or two.
Before I knew it, I left the office feeling totally violated with nothing but a prescription to come back to get some more moles removed. I could not even tell you what she said about my acne! That part is a blur…
