We brought home some fresh fruit from the party as treats for the suggies. Here’s a picture of Star and Ginger enjoying some grapes.
We brought home some fresh fruit from the party as treats for the suggies. Here’s a picture of Star and Ginger enjoying some grapes.
Next time I get a tag mole, I’m keeping it and naming it Bob. The procedure I had yesterday was just downright scary, not to mention painful.
Mom and dad and Brian have been encouraging me to get my tag mole removed. They said it would be a quick and painless process. I knew better so I decided not to do anything about it. I kept my tag mole for several months. I think maybe even over a year. I don’t remember when I first noticed it. It just showed up one day and kept getting bigger and bigger as each day passed.
When mom and dad returned from the Philippines, they told me that they had this lazer pen thing that they brought back from their trip to burn off their tag moles. They also bought some numbing medicine. Mom offered to remove mine but I declined because mine was on the edge of my lower right lid. It’s too close to my eyes to take a chance.
So I have this tag mole that I’ve been enduring simply because I’m too chicken to get it removed. I’m weird, I know. I get my bikini waxed (I actually have an appointment for it today) on a regular basis and manage to do just fine (okay so maybe I whine about it quite a bit, I still go though) but I can’t get a little tag mole removed.
It came to a head last Friday (pardon the pun). As I was messing with the despicable growth, I actually pulled part of it off. Needless to say, it began bleeding profusely. Panicked, I called Brian immediately and told him what I had done. I was so scared that I actually agreed to get it removed.
Thus, yesterday’s doctor’s visit came about. February 3 was the first day that they could get me in. The funny thing is my last visit to their office was almost exactly two years ago on February 1, 2004. I hate going to the doctor. You all probably already knew that, though.
So anyway, I came expecting some kind of sophisticated tag mole removal procedure. Guess what he did. He simply cut them off with these scissors. They looked like those small cuticle scissors that are included in most manicure sets. I’m glad I didn’t know that is what he would do. And I’m glad that I had my eyes closed the whole time. Had I seen him coming at me with these scissors, I probably would have starting freaking out. Actually, if I knew he was going to cut them off I probably would have just said “No, thanks. I’m going back to work. See you in a couple of years!” I wouldn’t have needed to see the scissors at all. Just the idea scares me.
“It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!” I exclaimed with my eyes still tightly shut.
“I’m done,” he says.
“You said it wouldn’t hurt,” I complained
“It didn’t hurt me one bit,” he said jokingly. I wasn’t in a laughing mood, though.
“Am I bleeding?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “You can open your eyes now.”
“I’m scared,” I said. And I really was, too. I was imagining blood gushing out all over the place.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked as he dab the tears from my right eye with a cotton ball. I wasn’t crying or anything, but my eye watered up from the pain.
“Kind of,” I said as I slowly opened my eyes. He told me that he would put a piece of surgical tape on it so that the cut would heal nicely. Which made me wonder exactly what had just taken place so I said, “You know what it felt like? It felt like you cut it off with a pair of scissors.”
“Well,” he said pausing for a moment. “That’s probably because that’s exactly what I did.”
“Are you serious?” This is me freaking out. Then I realized, there was no point freaking out because it was over and done with.
I’m glad that he made me lay down for the procedure. I can just imagine myself jerking from the pain and getting stabbed in the eye with the cuticle scissors.
“I can still feel it, but it doesn’t hurt as much any more.”Â
He proceeded to ask me if I want the other moles on my face removed; to which I replied with as polite a “No, thank you” as I could muster. I really wanted to say, “HELL NO!!”
I think he was trying to be funny, but all he managed to do was scare the bejeezus out of me. I think I’m going to wait five years before I see him again. As for my next tag mole? I’ll be keeping it.
I just found out today that my ten year high school reunion is going to be on August 12th, the week of our wedding anniversary. I guess I should be glad that it is this year instead of next because next year Brian and I plan on celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary by going on another cruise. I haven’t decided yet if I will attend. I thought that I should, specially since Brian was not invited to his ten year high school reunion. I figured that this would be a great opportunity for him to experience the whole high school reunion thing, albeit vicariously through me. He will still experience it nonetheless. Obviously, fact that it falls on our anniversary week (and you know how Brian and I like to spend a whole week celebrating) is of concern but not as great a concern as the fact that I don’t really talk to anyone I went to high school with. I don’t know any of these people. I don’t think they know me either. I mean, they all attended grade school and middle school together. I only attended Derby for two years (my junior and senior years). I didn’t really have any close friends so if I do not attend, I probably won’t be missed. So I don’t know if it’s even worth going. What do you guys think? Any opinions? Why is the peanut gallery so suprisingly silent all of a sudden?
Just got done watching Must Love Dogs. It’s a really cute movie. You all should see it. About the only thing that I didn’t like was when she jumped into the water. I thought it was kind of cheesy and farfetched but Brian said it wouldn’t have been as dramatic otherwise. Anyway, the movie still made me cry. I’m pathetic, I know. Just watch the movie. It’s cute.
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