Bilious and phlegmaticThis morning, while performing my beauty regimen (this involves close examination of face to chart gin blossom/Italian Ladybeard growth, picking at blemishes like a tweaker, and actually very littlle beauty at all), I noticed what appears to be a new mole near my right eye. Oh, it's cancer. It's definitely cancer. That this is surely a melanoma of the fast-spreading, brain infecting kind is compounded by the fact that I need to find a new dermatologist. My current one wears guyabara shirts and huarache sandals and apparently spends his vacation time in third world countries curing children of crippling skin diseases. Which is all well and good, y'know, admirable even, but at my last appointment with him (for some....heh heh...ass-ne, I guess you could say), we had a troubling exchange. El Dermo: I can give you a topical solution for those pimples, but what you really need is to expose them to the air. So now I'm going to die of cancer because I can't possibly go back to him. It's hard to find a good dermatologist in this town. Posted by Dana at 09:43 AM
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Shit from an Old Notebookget rid of that thing before next close up interview!
Posted by: SECRETARIAT OF THE GREAT LEADER at May 16, 2005 01:18 PMI have a good one on Perry Street in the East Village: Dr. Brown. His office is really close to the Biography Bookstore, which is also a plus.
On an unrelated note: honkytonks dammit! especially this photo.
with love, from my future retirement home.
Posted by: krimur at May 16, 2005 03:04 PMoooh, krimur, that's too good not to share.
Posted by: dana at May 16, 2005 05:37 PMHave I mentioned that I adore you? I read this post and was filled with the desire to hug you. Who else could possibly talk about bathroom ritual with such aplomb?
Posted by: o at May 16, 2005 06:52 PMCongratulations. "Italian Ladybeard" is a Googlewhack.
Posted by: Max at May 23, 2005 03:46 PM