I made the plastic chick
Confessions of a journalist who exposed his noble friend to sadism surgery
by: Adriano SILVA
My dermatologist is a Japanese Caxias, researcher graduated in epithelia, melanomas and escambau by USP. She examined the paint on my chest carved and said: "It is better you get." I looked at her and confessed: "Doctor, just like it I have another. Want to take a look? "
It was my first mistake. While I withdraw the Big Brother of his jacket, it is pinching on a chair in the middle of my muscular legs. Then shot: "It was good you get that here, too." He said that the region was friction - and I correct him: "Thank friction" - and that I should not take risks.
Then my world fell. I had already withdraw two pints of my foot to defeat male. In the office of plastic surgeon, a Jewish Voice serious and fingers troncudos, with local anesthesia, I had witnessed the appetite with which he stripped away the spot.
Fuçou, cavucou, to my paw escarafunchou sheriff colorado with a kind of cuticle cutter and with that whole sadism that has good surgeon. I would, in good conscience, the guy with that momentum to go over my chick Hellenic, faithful companion of so many unforgettable days.
Then kept the application for biopsy of the nevus on the basis penile "on my bed table for a year. By that, mounted on the maxim that the customer is always right, yielded to pressure from the user, which has threatened to strike for sex, ziriguiduns and other mumunhas, and marches to the scaffold of the surgeon.
Second mistake. Neither he believed in what I had been doing there. Unwrap again my friend Charles Brown, the doctor showed the size of the problem and he said that, finally, if I wanted to, would, of course, that bizarre surgery. He added that it could make it there on time, with local sedation.
It is such a quiet guy loses oneself. A horrible movie I was to head: a shot at the "basic penile" and after that massacre with the cutter cuticle on my companion languid. Never. Ever.
He said he only would the extraction under general anesthesia. If you can apply at home, even while I sleep, to take me to hospital disagreement, tied to the stretcher. Only then there would be a risk that I flee in the middle of the road.
He laughed. But understand my side. The night before the operation, during the bath, I looked into the veins carved under the skin of silk from my old compadre and felt throughout the retraction of pain. He made clear how much there that idyllic playground would be humiliated by modern medicine. But life is like that. Fold pieces. (When not strip folds.)
Woke up after surgery with a nurse and giving me a reasonable guideline freak: Ten days without erection. I looked up at the Shah with an ironic smile, and says: "She does not know us." But he doesn 't match. It was, say, embarrassed with those darn points in their meat tender. I should not be the first man to operate the chick. But plastic surgery in bilau is a luxury that few can boast. I can not say that anything lost by the withdrawal of paint.
Source: Vip Magazine - Issue 280 - July 2008