There's Not a Thing That I would Change!

You did all make me laugh!

Even my husband thought it was my cleavage - he wasn't sure which one - and he knows the surgery I had.

It was my NOSE.

That curve of my nose at the bottom right hand corner.

I had a mole which sat right in the crease of my nose. If I had coloured it gold or silver it would probably have passed as a stud, but it wasn't. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes it bled. Sometimes kids poked me and said "What's that on your nose?"

By the time the Doctor suggested I had it removed, it was probably twice the size it was when I first remember noticing it.

Surgery was day surgery - there's nothing quite like having your face cut into when your eyes are taped shut. And after some tugging and pulling, and 7 stitches, I was free of it.

The next day, black eyed, and scabby, my boss insisted I went back to work. Bastard.