I discovered this dime-size patch on my face, right by the bottom of my nose. It’s… bumpy. Sandpaper-y. Well-defined. It’s just like the patch on my lip I had removed years ago that turned out to be early-stage squamous cell, so it needs to get fixed.
But the way my dermatologist treats these things is to scrub the affected area with acid, leaving a big honkin’ scab in its place. And that’s not how I want to go through all the holiday parties, so I’ve scheduled an appointment for January.
Yes, that’s how vain I am.