Pain... yesterday, when I went to the dermatologist, my mom brought up the matter of my wart. It's just a teensy little thing on my index finger, you'd never see it if I didn't specifically point it out to you. I've had it for years, and it hasn't bothered me a bit. Well, Dr. Cather told me that she could either freeze it off or burn it off with acid. Erm.... no thanks. Of course, she maintained that the acid didn't hurt a bit and she used it on kids all the time. Even though I didn't want to get it removed, my mom insisted on the acid. That day. This assistant nurse lady who had been hovering in the background globbed this massive amount of goop on my finger, which looked like it should have hurt like heck, even though I couldn't feel anything. Unfortunately, I started feeling it later that evening. Not like a severed limb; more like a serious papercut. And it kept hurting. While I was trying to type, no less. Of course, I assumed it would be fine by the morning. Dr. Cather had said that it should look just like a small blister by the morning, then be gone in about a day and a half. Because of the evil myopic nurse lady, this has not been the case for me. My index finger now has this huge, nasty, 1-cm diameter thing. I don't even want to go into detail on how gross it looks. I'm going to ask Dr. Cather about it when I see her again tomorrow. ::mutters about her evil mother scheduling facials and other similar forms of torture when she isn't even broken out::

Of course, Dr. Cather isn't all that bad. She's really friendly and fairly young. And anyone that perscribes anything manufactured by Sirius Laboratories is okay in my book!