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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


The Foreign Object

Warning…if you’re like me the photos in this post might make you want to faint or barf.  Just thought you’d like to know.

So, four or five years ago Ellen got this little bump on her hand.  At first we thought it was a bug bite, but after a few months I began to think it must be a wart.  So, we treated it like a wart and had it frozen a couple of times and used some terrible medicine that ate away at her skin, but the bump stayed put.  You’ve got to realized that we don’t react to things very quickly around our house unless a bone is sticking out or blood is gushing or the kid has had a headache for months and all of the sudden I think they have a brain tumor, but in fact they just need some glasses.

Well, this year Ellen finally got tired of what she referred to as The Foreign Object on her hand, so we had it x-rayed to make sure there wasn’t anything stuck in her hand and then we went to the dermatologist and he gave that thing a proper name…and it was something like Dermaphotologicalmassamunga, but not really.

The doctor gave Ellen a few choices:

1. Leave it be and see what happens.

2. Scrape the surface off and it will most likely return.

3. Go deep and cut the crap out of her hand to get that sucker gone!

For Ellen the decision was simple…”Cut the crap out of my hand please.”  I looked at her and the doctor and said, “But, but, but what about a scar?  Won’t it leave a big scar?  I mean that’s her left hand!  The hand that will eventually be photographed with an engagement ring….and, and,  IT CAN’T HAVE A BIG NASTY SCAR DETRACTING FROM THE RING!!!!”  Okay, I didn’t really say that, I just asked about the scar, but it was going through my head.  The doctor assured my it wouldn’t be too bad and Ellen was calm, “Mom, a scar is cool!  I don’t mind having a scar.  It will be better than having this constant sore on my hand.”

So, I made the appointment to have her hand hacked off after she was done with track and out of school for the year.  And now for the big reveal…are you ready?  Four stitches under the skin and six on top…


How big of a scar is that going to leave?


I’ll have to take photos of it after she gets the stitches out in a couple weeks.  But, excuse me I need to go cry and throw up my lunch.

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