Oh, the Wart!

Shikes. Now I have this ugly scar on my right arm. Not that I really cared initially, but the more I look at that stitch, the more I think about the scar that might turn out to be seriously ugly. It is okay for me to be vain once in a while, right?

Oh the shock I had! That black pointy and rough thingy grew on my arm at the beginning of my stay in Hyderabad. I entertained that it could be malignant since anything could be possible. Silly me, went that far and never thought that a wart was possible on me. I think I am this super-human who is super healthy except for that few surgeries I have had in the last 11 years. I am immune to these bacterias and viruses - NOT.

And then the doctor took a look and decided that it was a wart

Doctor: Let's take it off!

Me: (Shocked and in disbelief for one brief moment) Now?!!

Doctor: Yeah. Or do you want to come again another time?

Me: Err. Now, let's get it done.

And then came the local anaesthesia, the wait for it to kick in, and then the cut happened. I didn't know there was going to be a stitch, and it certainly did not cross my mind that there was going to be a scar! So it is here to stay, and crossing my finger that it will be redeemed.

Haha.