Just left Dr. Doom’s lair. I might write more on this later or I might block it from my mind entirely. I’m typing this entry in the car because when I get home I’m going to curl up in the fetal position and cry.
I just had some of my ladybits lasered off. Take a moment to process that. Before it started the nurse showed me the vent on the speculum. The vent exists so the smoke can escape during the lasering. THE SMOKE. From my JUNK.
That’s not the best part. He slipped, y’all. And burned me. So I jumped. And he burned me some more. So now there’s a laser-burned line in and outside my junk. They gave me some burn cream in a pee cup as a parting gift.
Holy jeebus, y’all.