Wednesday, November 23, 2005
A mole by any other name....
I was sitting in a chair preparing for the pain. I was having a mole removed. Not by a doctor, but by a friend. Not with a laser, but with some kind of wire cutters. The mole was half connected to my back. I figured that it would be better to just get rid of it.
It all started last Thursday when I was at work. As I was getting back into my vehicle after checking in someone at the gate, I scraped my back on the door jam of my car. The mole was ripped half off of my back. It was bleeding, but I didn't know that until I got home. I was unsure if I should try to make it better, or cut it off.
After asking a few people and thinking about, I decided to cut it off. It had only given me trouble in my life, and it was only bound to continue.
So there I was, waiting for the pain. I gripped the chair and waited. I felt something happening, and no pain. I then relaxed. I asked, "Is that it?" The assassin/doctor said, "There's just a little bit more." He went at it again. That's when the pain finally showed up. He explained to me that he had accidentally grabbed my skin with the cutters. After cleaning away the blood and doing a little cosmetic touch up, I was all better. Thank goodness.
It reminded me of one of those film noir/crime movies where the bad guy has to go to a hospital, but they don't want to get busted. He calls a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a doctor that lost his license to practice medicine but will work for cheap. The guy would show up at some shitty apartment and the doctor would pull out these old rusty tools to work with. The non licensed doctor wouldn't have anything to numb the pain other than a bottle of whiskey.
Anyway, it was quite interesting. I am now all better. You never know how much something bugs you until you go without it for awhile.
My friend will say that that's how she feels about me.
All I have to say is SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!
Love you all.
Have a very nice day.