The Adventures of Menace and Cheddar Bob: Little Piece of Denise

So....as you read this you may think I am a freak....and well sometimes I am.

Seven years ago I was in a small car accident with 4 guy friends in high school. A vehicle ran a stop sign and t-boned us into a hydro pole right in front of the hospital. No one was badly hurt but my forehead was split open and I had to get four stitches. We figured out I smashed heads with my friend Brian (G) who was sitting to my right and the side of the car where we were hit. I was in the middle back seat and it didn't appear that I hit my head on any glass. The doctor did a bang up job giving me four stitches with that stitch glue crap on top of it and then some butterfly clips for good measure. A couple weeks later I had to go to the walk in clinic to get the stitch glue chipped out and the stitches removed all the while the clinic doctor in awe of the hack job treatment I had received. No big deal I thought...just my face right? My scar was a pink cross with a little Harry Potter style and I now required bangs to cover it up. As the years passed my little friend on my forehead began to hurt and I could feel something hard inside. I mentioned it to my family doctor who thought it could be scar tissue built up and it was nothing to worry about. Then 2 weeks before I was moving to Taiwan I woke up and was getting ready for work with my forehead aching and throbbing for no reason. I strolled to the washroom, pulled back my bangs to see that my pink scar from 6 years ago was now swollen up like a golf ball on my face! I had no clue what to do! I went to work where I proceeded to show as many people I could this freak of nature growing from my face. They were disgusted and made me go to the walk in clinic. The doctor immediately stuck me with a freezing needle and cut my scar, which some guy friends affectionately named Pete, wide open. As I lay back in the chair with a towel over my face I can faintly feel the doctor press on my face and a release of pressure. What was this guy doing? What was wrong with my head? The doctor said he could feel something hard inside the scar.....something I had been saying was there for a while but never really did anything about. It had been 7 years.....if something was in there it was fine in my books. The doctor informs me he can't take it now and I need to make an appointment. So in my true nature I moved to Taiwan with Pete in tow.

Pete has hurt almost everyday since I have arrived and slowly I have been able to feel what was actually inside. Not scartissue, not an undissolved stitch or a mini menace but a piece of glass. Soon the glass began to surface, I could scratch it, and then eventually grab a hold of it with tweezers. Sick I know but I wanted this thing out! Carrie said no! She thought this seemed like something a doctor should handle but I was over that process. This was something I was going to deal with cause it was driving me nuts. So tonight I just grabbed a hold of this little gem and pulled. Now I have a small hole where Pete used to be and I hope it heals right up!

No blood, no tears just a strange feeling of success!

Clearly I took pics...who else does this happen to?