HUMOR
Mole Patrol
It’s about to get real personal around here.
Yesterday, I went to my dermatologist for a full body scan.
Mole patrol.
Now, I’ve had this done before. Whenever I have health insurance, I make a beeline for the dermatologist because that’s one of those things you should really have done on a regular basis. If not every year, then at least every 10 like a colonoscopy (which I’m also scheduling in a few weeks. I’m sure hilarity will ensue).
My last mole patrol was a long time ago, but I don’t remember it being like getting to third base in the backseat of an AMC Hornet.
But that’s what it was like, with the added pleasure of two other people watching from the front seat.
Am I just a magnet for trainees and interns? Can I not, just once, have my orifices probed without a crowd watching?
Thank god I had the foresight to tidy the place up a little, if you know what I mean. Things have fallen into considerable disrepair in the last three years. For some reason, I no longer seem to have leg or armpit hair, but the rest of the undergrowth is flourishing. I have questions.
