So, you ever have one of those "skin tag" things? You know, one of those annoying little flaps of skin? What did you do ignore it? Take action?
Until very recently (less than 2 hours at the time of writing this) I had a skin tag.
In that crease where your @$$ turns into the back of your leg. I could sort of reach it, butt needed a mirror to see it. It was decent sized. Like a pencil eraser, not one of those little "grain of rice" sized ones.
It's been a pain in the, well, a pain in the place it's located for a couple of years, butt recently, I've decided it needed to go.
So, first we tried freezing it off with liquid nitrogen. That really made it angry and sore.
So Saturday, I tried to take matters into my own hands. With a set of nail scissors.
I got some of it. And a bloody mess with the rest.
So Sunday, Cora and I went to Target and got a more "industrial" set of loppers to take this thing off in one snip.
At least that was there theory.
So, Sunday afternoon, the bravest woman in the world went after the skin tag with the loppers. She wasn't really HAPPY about this, butt she cowgirled up and…
I felt a zing in my leg and knew two things:
- She'd made it thru the nerve core.
- She didn't make it all the way thru.
- It was bleeding pretty good.
- I had forgotten how to count.
Second snip. Nearly Headless Nick was still hanging on.
Third snip: with the skin tag still in the pinch, I jerked away and the little bugger ripped off.
And the blood flowed.
Cora was a bit shaken, butt she performed like a champion. And now that the bleeding has stopped, most of the tenderness has also subsided.
So I only have one question: Can I take the bloody loppers back to Target for a refund? I think the return clerk won't ask too many questions if they look like a murder weapon.