Summary: I got attacked by a dermatologist last week. He seemed like a nice fellow, giving me friendly advice about wearing sunscreen — and then he shot me in the face with liquid nitrogen multiple times. “You’re going to look kind of rough for about a week or so,” he said, as I attempted to recover from the onslaught. “But once the scabs fall off, you’ll look as good as new.” A lot of people might have gone into hiding, but not me.
