Holey Moley

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I went to a dermatologist today for a check-up and ended up leaving with one less mole.  Evidently dark, speckled moles are bad to have so the doctor advised me to have it removed.  It is never good when the doctor looks at you and says “ewww wow…yeeeaah that one isn’t good”.  Of course my next question was “OK well what does that involve exactly?”  He then proceeded to tell me that it would have to be “cut out”.  I’m not exactly brave when it comes to blood, people cutting me with things, or torture in general, so when he said he was going to have to “cut it out” I have to admit that didn’t exactly sound like a walk in the park.  If I was a captured soldier in war I’d be the first to talk upon any threat of torture.  All they would have to do is look at me and I’d break down and say “OK you got me, mercy, mercy…I’ll talk, I’ll talk…please spare me”!

Let me remind you, when I got my wisdom teeth out I practically passed out during the consultation so anything regarding people removing things from my body gets me all worked up (translation…scared).  So luckily it was on my back so I could lay on my stomach and they could work their magic without me seeing anything.  So now that you know I’m a big weenie when it comes to “surgical procedures” you can understand why all of this was such a big ordeal for me.  They did the whole alcohol on my back thing and of course then I knew what came after that…yep the ol’ needle.  Luckily the doctor gives great shots because right before he gave me the shot he tapped on my back with his finger a bunch of times so I couldn’t tell which tap the needle was until the tapping stopped and I felt something in my back.

Oh then I knew the “cutting out” portion of the procedure was about to commence.  Some intern was observing the procedure so the doctor was showing her the instruments and explaining how great they are because they are super sharp (just what you want to hear).  Before you knew it he sliced the thing off and then started to stitch me up.  I was doing OK but when he went to check on me I could see blood on his gloves and I was like “woah doc, what are you doing to me up there?”  He started asking me about what I did for a living and that led to a technology discussion so from that point on I was happy as a clam and didn’t feel a thing and had my mind taken off of it.  We debated/discussed why the iPhone isn’t in most enterprises and why BlackBerry’s are so prevalent.

After about 3 minutes of discussion he announced he was all done.  Evidently I can’t get it wet for 24 hours which will be interesting but besides that I think I’ll live.  I have noticed I have a slight limp now but I’m hoping that will go away with time.  :)  Frankly I’m surprised they didn’t wheel me out in a wheelchair as much as I was carrying on but somehow I must have managed to muster up enough strength to make it out to my car.  I immediately proceeded to Jamba Juice for a Coldbuster because I needed to replenish my blood sugar levels after losing so much blood.

I get my stitches taken out in two weeks and that is a big deal for me again because I’ve never had stitches before so that will be interesting to report on.  I think that’s all for now, feel free and send me your care packages, I think I’ll be OK and luckily I don’t think it will impact my blogging too much.  :)