Trip(?) to the Dermatology thing

Dermatology is not a place, but in Korea, it's a place, and it's called PBG(Pi Boo Gua). I really don't like writing Korean stuff in the blog, but I had to since I don't know how to explain Dermatology. (Sorry, Mr. Patrick!)

I went to PBG because I had a mantis(kkk)(is kkk Korean?)(it doesn't mean I had an animal Mantic, but the thing in Korean called Mantis in Korean where there is stuff on your skin) on my skin, which was there when I was 3rd grade but now it was there again.

My dad really doesn't believe in people. When people give him gifts because he's a doctor and stuff, he's like, "Thanks" and then gives it all to the nurses. This is not because he's only just kind, but because he thinks that the giving people will put poison inside the gifts. Because of that, my mom is always complaining because sometimes, the patients give really expensive things and she wants it but my dad throws it away. He actually erased his profile and everything in KakaoTalk because he thinks that mean people will try to find us and kill us by looking at the photos.

Anyway, like that, my dad doesn't believe in doctors, too. He doesn't think that all doctors are perfect like him(kkkkkk). So, he only believes in his doctor-friends, who were in the same University. So this PBG that I went was also run by one of my dad's doctor-friends. I met him a lot since every time I had a problem with my skin, my dad took me to him.

I also had hair(?) on my nose, so my dad went to ask his doctor-friend. He said if I don't want to, they shouldn't do stuff to my nose, and he said to just do a thing that isn't very perfect, but still, doesn't hurt. And he also said that I had to get a cure for the Mantis, so I had to do something that hurt.

It turned out that the nose thingy was ALSO very hurting. I mean, I didn't think that it was hurting at all, so it really shocked me at first. I think it was something to burn the hair in the nose that DIDN'T HURT, and maybe it really was not hurting but the burning smell wasn't very pleasant. It smelled like one of my mom's shrimp fries, which are delicious by the way. You might think that it actually smelled delicious, but it didn't. After all, my hair is not a shrimp. Argh.

Anyways, after I came back home with my dad by riding the Subway, my nose started to get redder and redder. And I had pain. So, my mom told my dad to never do those stuff, and I was very happy about it :)