The whole appointment took less than fifteen minutes. The doctor looked at me, told me I needed to really be tested for a latex allergy, which miffed me because I HAVE been tested and am allergic. This annoyance grew through the day until the inevitable Twitter rant began. This also proves how well Kelly understands me.
I swear I am putting that attacked by bees thing in my future author bio. It is both accurate and HILARIOUS.
The doctor also explained how I (and my insurance company) would pay him to hack a chunk out of my face, sew it up, and send me home without so much as a candy from a jar or a sticker. Then I would be all done.
He used nicer terminology. He also told me that it was high time this mole went away--apparently it is more worrisome because it has blood flow. So he is sending it to a lab, which is lovely. (Sorry for the TMI post, guys.)
This will be way better than my other surgeries, because I will not have to be unconscious. It will also be worse because I will have to watch.
And now a break for gallbladder disease humor, because I have saved so much of it on my computer.
Then Jen and I went to Target, got Starbucks and ate at Biaggi's, making the whole trip completely worthwhile. We have also decided that we need to make all of our shopping trips before noon on weekdays, because it is much less busy than on Friday or Saturday nights.
We also talked blogging, and I told her about how I never know how to end these posts. Most of the time I just want to type"Okay, bored now."