mole be gone

One week without travel and I am totally off my game! I loved being home for the past 10 days, but I hated being in the office. Cubby hell makes me feel completely crazy. As I write this, I am happily on a plane to Tucson AZ (again). Warm Arizona weather…just like warm DC weather I guess.

Yesterday, I went to the dermatologist about a mole that my doctor didn’t like. I had a full body mapping which involved me lying in a paper gown, completely naked, with the doctor looking me up and down. Far more intimate than the average physical. The only point of concern was the mole on my leg, and she asked if I wanted to come back or if she could simply take a biopsy of the mole right then and there. Those of you with any medical knowledge would have understood what she meant. Fool I am, I thought she was going to take a piece of the mole – to “biopsy the mole” as opposed to remove the mole. Right, I get it now, it’s the same damn thing. Plus, who wants a half-mole left? But I was unprepared. And alone. And I had to return to work, and then ride my bike home. You can see this is going in a bad direction.

The “little pinch” of lidocane was more like a huge giant pinch. (I am on a plane and feeling nauseous just thinking about this)… she took a big chunk of my leg off. I was queasy so she had me remain horizontal for a few, and then I had to sit up for a few. I felt relatively ok 10 minutes later, but as I walked to the check out counter, I had to use every last ounce of energy to keep, as the page on 30 Rock would say, “the sick down.” Since I was about to ralph, I tried counting backwards and then forwards and WHY IS SHE TAKING SO LONG TO RUN MY CREDIT CARD and out to the waiting room, into the bathroom, up with lunch.

Sadly, our neighbors made us dinner the night before and I had leftovers for lunch, food that was delicious going down that I will likely never be able to eat again.

I suffered through the rest of the day’s meetings and slowly rode my bike home, wincing the whole ride. When I got home, I passed out for over an hour. Of course, los gatos were running over me and Lucas wanted to sleep ON my sore spot. It wasn’t until J came home (armed with white bread for toast) and changed my bandage that I realized the whole mole was missing. Mole to hole. OUCH!

It hurt about 1000x worse than “a simple cut, like if you cut your leg shaving” which, for the record, I haven’t done since I was 14. It still hurts now. I can feel a phantom mole in the hole. I’ll know in 2 weeks if it was cancerous or en route to becoming cancer. To be honest, I liked that mole. It looked good. Mole no more. Wonder if I’ll get used to the hole. For now, Hello Kitty bandages….for a long time.