Oral Surgery

Fork man. Ow.

Today is my day off, and I decided to spend it accordingly. By going to see a surgeon and having this weird thing on my lip cut out of my face. It developed about two and a half years ago when I accidentally bit my lip really hard, and the scar tissue developed into some funky ass thing that would get in my way when I ate, puckered my lips, smiled, skated with a mouthguard, etc.

Most of the time, people never even notice it unless I point it out, but then, it was still an awkward issue for me. I mean, dude, it's a funky thing on my LIP. Ugh.

So I set up an appointment, saw the doctor, and when he asked how I felt about him performing the surgery right after his consultation (some people prefer leaving and coming back, I suppose?), I told him I would be disappointed if he didn't slice and dice on me then and there.

Good stuff. I could watch the procedure via the reflection in the light hanging above my face, and it was really interesting to watch myself getting cut into and not feel a damned thing. Well, the anaesthesia's worn off, and it's feeling real nice now.

I'm calling off the BBQ I had planned for tonight. Pudding cups, cereal, and a milkshake sounds a hell of a lot better.

Before- Look at that right side. UGH




After- Ahhhh, If you wondered what Frankenstein's monster's inner lip looked like..


Peace.