Mustache Bandaid

On Tuesday afternoon, I had an appointment with the dermatologist to check out a worrisome mole. You gotta watch out for skin cancer and all that jazz. I thought that this appointment would be a consultation and if any mole removal was to occur, another appointment would be scheduled. How naive I was.

They put me under the knife, right there and then.

Not only did they remove the one mole I was there to see, but the doctor searched me over to find any other moles she could cut off. She found one she liked on my back, and nicked that one too.

So now, I have to keep my wounds covered for 3-4 days with a bandaid so that they can be protected to heal. Sounds ok, no?

Sounds ok except for the fact that I now have to wear a bandaid on my face!! I took pictures for you.
Now, tell me that doesn't look like a mustache. Who wears a bandaid on their face? I suffered through it all day, and lots of people asked me about it. The weirdest thing is that I wore the bandaid to my ultimate game Tuesday night and NO ONE asked me about it. Did they not notice it? I can even see it without a mirror! I figure they worried it would create a socially awkward situation and just avoided the issue. Either that, or my aggressive nature on the ultimate field made them afraid to ask me.
This is the bandaid on my back. I got these pretty ones from Karolina the other day (from an H&M in Poland!) so I thought if I have to wear a bandaid on my back, it might as well be snazzy.I picked up some clear round bandaids last night to replace my brown one, but I'm not sure it's any better. Is it worse? I'm not sure I can make a face bandaid better.Only a few more days with this stupid thing on. It is coming off before we head to Calgary for the Stampede, that's for sure.