Right smack in the middle of winter, here's a look at an afternoon with some girlfriends this summer.....We’re four friends in a bistro on a gorgeous June day. The wine is poured. The bisque is ordered. The conversation turns towards….dermatology.
You would think I was Quasimoto the way I describe myself sometimes. I’m complaining about the freckles on my upper lip and the spot on my forehead as well as my skin tags.
Heidi shares how her dermatologist always tells her she has the driest skin she’s ever seen. “I see 80-year-olds in the waiting room,” Heidi laments, “but
I’ve got the driest skin.” The dermatologist told Heidi, “Oh yeah, skin tags, those little red dots, moles that appear and then disappear. That’s normal when you’re older.” Heidi is 32.
The dermatologist also described Heidi’s voice as “interesting” which we are all sure is not a compliment
Anne tells us how she knew someone who would tie a string around a skin tag or a mole and it would shrivel up and fall off. I second that this is a proven method for skin tag removal. I heard about this years ago from my friend Fabian. He’s got new technology for skin tag removal now. I tell the story:
One evening over coffe, Fabian's wife Patricia told me that she woke up one morning and found a blow torch on the kitchen counter, “No!” he said indignant, “It was a soldering iron. I used a soldering iron to burn the skin tags on my neck. ” As if a soldering iron is normal. As if everybody knows a blow torch is for hemorrhoids.
It’s interesting to note that we don’t miss a beat when it comes to eating our lunch.
Heidi knows a guy who razors off his warts. “I told him that they will just grow back and he said that he would just razor them off again.”
“That’s not a treatment, that’s a hobby.” I say.
“It’s a spa day for him!” says Robin.
"Honey, it's a Spa Day," says Heidi,"I'll be in the garage!"
“Welcome to Idiot Spa!” says Anne.
Now the jokes come rapid fire. Where’s the belt sander? Sweetie, hand me the awl.
Now we are laughing our heads off.
We finish off the wine (big surprise there!).
We’re four friends in a bistro on a gorgeous June day.
