Adios to Hell Boy: Plastic Surgery Chronicles
In response to the poll question posed by resident muse Merc Mueller, I come to the blog with a confession: I had plastic surgery. On Wednesday, August 31, I had horn reconstructive surgery. The bulbous fatty tumor horn that sprouted from my head circa 2003 was numbed and removed from my glistening forehead. I also had an additional cyst removed from my leg that was a bi-product of a cleating during my days as the IC's lone Division I athlete (wink). I now have the remnants in a jar next to my trophy case.
I attempted to have both leg and head horns removed on several occasions while living in the US, though was always told the procedure was unnecessary, would be considered plastic surgery and would not be covered by an insurance provider. Costa Rican doctors, however, charge only 7 bananas for such an operation.
I am now hornless and powerless, though strikingly more handsome. Hell Boy is dead.
I attempted to have both leg and head horns removed on several occasions while living in the US, though was always told the procedure was unnecessary, would be considered plastic surgery and would not be covered by an insurance provider. Costa Rican doctors, however, charge only 7 bananas for such an operation.
I am now hornless and powerless, though strikingly more handsome. Hell Boy is dead.