I had my appointment with the dermatologist yesterday to remove the dark spot on my cheek. I don’t know exactly when it appeared, but it’s been a couple of years and it’s gotten quite annoying with either people asking me what it is… or me just catching it when I’m shaving. Either way, it had to go.
So I’m sitting there in the little room waiting for the doctor to come in, and trying to figure out how to add his office location to Foursquare, because apparently no one had done that yet. I’m such a social media junkie.
The door opens, and I look up to see the female equivalent of Doogie Howser come in. You know that you’re getting old when the doctors don’t look old enough to drink alcohol. This must be the intern that I had been told may accompany the head doctor. Except that it was just her. Hmmm… Cute.
She started to explain to me that the spot on my cheek was what she liked to call a “wise spot” (yet another indication I’m getting old), and that it was nothing to worry about. As she’s talking to me, I see her pick up a container and several long cotton swabs. I’m assuming that she’s going to swab the area with a disinfectant or something. Nope. As she touches the swab to my face I feel something that I’ve never felt before. I don’t know if it’s cold or hot. It’s the strangest sensation. And the look on my face must have been priceless.
“Oh my god! Have you not had this done before?” She blurts out while laughing… apparently she thought that I either knew what was going to happen, or was here for a follow-up appointment… and as soon as she touched it to my face and saw my reaction realized that I was a complete newbie! Just then the head doctor came in to supervise. Miss Howzer went through explaining everything… I would feel an intense sensation (no shit!) … it might blister (joy) … I couldn’t scratch or dig at it (damn) … it might leave a different shade of pigment after it came off (lovely) … and I would have to come back in 2 weeks, possibly for another treatment until it fell off on its own. No cutting. No laser. Just this super cold (and oddly hot) cotton swabbing. The liquid nitrogen would kill the skin tag and stimulate my body’s white blood cells to move in and heal the area. Ahhh… ok.
The procedure was done in 5 mins. When I got back to my car and looked in the mirror I was expecting to see a massive bubbling mess of burning flesh… but it looked absolutely no different than it did before I went in there. This morning it still looks exactly the same. I’m not sure how long it takes before I see some change. But hey… at least it’s not another hematoma! 🙂