I feel pretty!

I had a tiny cyst on my eyelid. Last year the dermatologist said to call him if it started to annoy me. At Christmas my Evil Sister gave me a bad case of the uglies when she said "Oh my God! What is on your eye??" So, after that ego boosting encounter, every time I looked in the mirror I saw the cyst, tiny and shouting at me. I knew I needed to have it removed, but now this bad case of the uglies had me more intent on taking care of it sooner vs. later.

Yesterday I went back to the dermatologist and he did the minor procedure of removing the cyst. It was kind of tricky being on the eyelid and all. He warned me I might get a "shiner." Don't you love that term for a black eye? As soon as the needle when to numb it, my poor doctor apologized. "I've hit a blood vessel. You are going to have a heck of a shiner."

So yesterday, my eyelid did turn burgandy. But hey, there are worse fates. It makes me look tough, like I've been in an old fashioned bar fight or something... or like a prize fighter? "Cut me Mick!"

I was thinking I looked a little better today, and then my ego builder kids looked at me and said "Ew."

I feel pretty!