About a month ago, I had an appointment for my yearly physical with a new doctor. She was darn near useless, though she did get me my birth control, which was my main priority. I tried to talk to her about some skin problems I was having, but she just decided to quickly refer me to a dermatologist instead.
Well, the appointment with the dermatologist came today, and most of the problems I was trying to talk to the first doctor about have cleared up (I determined them to be odd bug bites), but I wanted to take advantage of the dermatologist to get some moles checked out.
I’m rather covered in moles. I get all the normal warnings about keeping a watch on them, plus about 3,000 (which is probably how many more moles I have than the average human). So, I had a mole on my shoulder I wanted removed, as well as one on my back. I had one on my belly that just needed to be checked out. I thought.
The one I wanted removed on my back was basically right under my bra strap, and starting to irritate me. The one on my shoulder was just raised and tended to bitch me out if it was exposed to sunlight. I figured I might as well just get them gone and be done with it.
Turns out the shoulder was the only one that went the way I expected. That came off easy as pie and rather quick. The “one” on my back turned out to be two, so both came off since she didn’t know which one was irritating me. And, WOW, that hurt. (Comparatively. It really wasn’t too bad, but it’s the worst mole removal I’ve ever experienced.)
The belly, though, that was the clincher. My doctor told me she was actually a PA, thought it needed to be biopsied, but was going to get the actual dermatologist to check it out. He came in, introduced himself, glanced at my mole, listened to her say, “Poke Biopsy”, nodded, and walked out. So she did the biopsy. Then stitched me back up!
I seriously was not expecting stitches today. It may only be one (though it looks like two), but it weirded me out that it happened. And now they are itching like mad. And it’s hard to sit up (or button my pants) because of the stitches. And it’s hard to sit back because the back removals were surprisingly uncomfortable.
Anyway, this isn’t a gory accident post (sorry for those who saw “stitches” in the title and came in looking for that), but it is how I spent my morning. Well, that and riding the bus too and from the dermatologist’s office and talking on the phone trying to get my good friend E to distract me. But she’s gone now and the itching is getting progressively worse. So I turn to you. Help!