Code Blue!!! Three drunk guys with a Swiss Army knife!!!

Hello Everyone,

 

As Ozell said in his post,  we are in RIO and so is our friend CHRIS!!  Unfortunately, the sun has not come out for even a second while we have been here.  It has been nothing but rain the first two days- sometimes soft rain; sometimes hard rain.

 

It is really nice to have Chris here.  It does add a whole new dynamic.  We all laughed and had some drinks yesterday afternoon.  Ozell and I get tired of only being able to talk to each other so having Chris here makes conversations fresh again.

 

We were drinking at a bar here in Ipanema (which is where we are staying).  Chris and I were having Caprihinas which is a local mixed drink of limes, sugar, and a Brazilian liquor.  It is like a mojito except there is not any mint.  They were expensive at this bar, but they were strong.  Chris and I each had three, and Ozell kept up with his four or so beers.  We then returned back to the hostel after picking up some can beer along the way.

 

As we neared the hostel, Chris put his arm around my shoulder as a nice show of affection.  Unfortunately, his hand moved over the large, raised skin mole I have on my left shoulder and ripped it almost all the way off!!  It started bleeding through my shirt.  Maybe the stain will make me look more Brazilian.  Anyways, when we reached the hostel, I took a look at it.  I was debating whether to try to patch it up and just band-aid it or whether to rip it all the way off.  This was a mole that I had wanted removed for years.  I asked my doctors about it every couple of years or so, and they told me that it was not cancerous and they would not remove it for me for purely aesthetic reasons.

 

So after consulting my new medical team (We aren't doctors, but we did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night!), we decided to operate!  Paging Dr. Xiante and Dr. Laughlin to surgery.  Paging Dr. Xiante and Dr. Laughlin to surgery.  Hahahaha.  So the three of us huddled in the hostel's bathroom.  Ozell took his Bic lighter and sterilized the blade of his Swiss Army knife.  Chris was my anaesthesiologist since he generously supplied me with the three caprihinas.  Other people in the hostel were wondering what the hell the three of us were doing.  A Norwegian poked his head into the doorway.  I looked away, and then Ozell sliced off the remaining portion of the mole which was still attached to my skin.  I think he did a decent job.  The hole left in my skin was much smaller than the mole was.  I just hope it doesn't grow back.  I hate raised moles!!!!  Flat ones are okay.  

 

I wish I had a picture of the excised mole, but Ozell flush it down the toilet before I thought of taking a picture of it.  So all I have is the hole left in my skin.  Check it out...

 

Cheers,

 

Sean