Day 7: The Moment of Truth

Some say that seven is the perfect number. Say what you will, it's time to face the music. No, I am not talking about doing the mambo, salsa, or even the notorious "forbidden dance." I am talking about needles, duck clamps, and cotton swabs. Ok, i will admit that I am flirting with the borderline between the informative and the all out gross. But what point is there in sugar coating, caramel basting, candy wrapping the crude reality of my worst fears? So there. I delivered myself like a bug in third grade science class, so my mind could have the rest it is begging for. Now I await with a prayer for a healthy me. The people at PP were awesome and very supportive. I would not give ten cents for the experince though.