Here's some close ups that I know you're dying to see.
Mole numero uno. Next to my eye. I'm sure taking this one off will make my eye look all droopy like I've had a stroke. That should be fun.
Mole numero dos. This picture isn't great, not that any of them are, but I'm sure getting this one whacked will make me feel like I can't breathe since it's right by my nose. That, coupled with my droopy stroke eye will be an interesting combination.
And finally, the winner, the reason this whole molectomy journey even began. Mole numero tres. This bad boy has been with me my whole life, but in the last few years has gone from a little cute beauty mark, to an angry raised bump that makes me look mean. It bleeds and scabs and it's just really gross. So take this, along with numeros uno y dos, and my whole face will be numbed and wacky. I'm sure this one will make my lip look droopy, so there may be some drool associated with it's removal.
Good times ahead. I'll be sure to post after pics, don't worry.