So, the good news is that I’m not going to die of skin cancer yet. And no, it hasn’t escaped me that this isn’t necessarily good news for everyone, but I don’t really care what Cory thinks. Just kidding. I am sure that if anything ever happened to me he would cry all the way to match.com. JUST KIDDING! Sheesh, people. Calm down. The point is, when I left my dermatologist’s office the other day with part of my chest in their Petri dish the doctor said they would call me with the results in about a week, and that he was pretty sure he would be seeing me again to excise the mole (not to be confused with “exercising” a mole, which, from what I hear, is no picnic). But the office called me this afternoon and reported, “Good news, your results are back and it looks like it was just scar tissue. We don’t need to take any further action at this time.”
So, I guess the moral of the story is, buy your drugs online from Ecuador. Not only did it cure my ailment, but I’d like to think that somewhere in South America a man is on his way home from work, fanning his crisp, new bills and smiling over a good day of internet sales; soon he’ll burst through the front door and grab his wife in a hug, swing her around and say, “Honey, guess what?! We don’t have to eat the dog for dinner!” And it’s nice to know I was a part of that.