This is a picture of the container that carries my brain. This morning I took myself into the garage to have it checked out, I didn't think I was supposed to have a a big red spot on my braincase.
After paying the admission fee, my mechanic looked me over and said he thought I'd be OK,
but he wanted to send me to another mechanic who specializes in paint blemishes and surface stains. He said he'd call and see if she could see me.
So I went to see the new mechanic, a young woman named Dr. Love, and she said my skinbone was tarnished but it was merely cosmetic and that she could fix it with an ice-torch. The idea, Dr. Love explained murderously, was to kill the offending stain on my head by freezing it to death. After a week or so, it would lose it's grip and fall away- but it was gonna get ugly on the way out.
That was true. It's all swollen and blackish-red now...won't be posting any pics, never fear.
My head hurts and it looks like shit, but at least it's not killing me. That's a relief.