It was time, it had to go. There so long that I became accustomed to its large bulbous head hanging off my neck like it had a right to be there. But it was wrong.
I set to a process that started off with painfully pinching the hot air balloon shaped skin tag. It of course fought back with redness, weeping and an almost infection. But I continued, I was not to give up just because of a little pain and infection.
Fast forward a few days and we have inched forward to the stage of a dying skin tag that needs time to let go wholly. The tip is dried up like a shrunken head of a scab. The base red and angry, in the beginning stages of mourning.
The final process for the skin tag will to fall off in defeat with the base retaliating with blood and pain. I figure that’s what Neosporin and band aides are for.
The process of mourning will end for the base with leaving a scar just begging to be noticed and asked, “What happened there?”
I set to a process that started off with painfully pinching the hot air balloon shaped skin tag. It of course fought back with redness, weeping and an almost infection. But I continued, I was not to give up just because of a little pain and infection.
Fast forward a few days and we have inched forward to the stage of a dying skin tag that needs time to let go wholly. The tip is dried up like a shrunken head of a scab. The base red and angry, in the beginning stages of mourning.
The final process for the skin tag will to fall off in defeat with the base retaliating with blood and pain. I figure that’s what Neosporin and band aides are for.
The process of mourning will end for the base with leaving a scar just begging to be noticed and asked, “What happened there?”
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