Needles, pricking, cutting or anything that has to do with poking something into the body is not my thing at all. Even after having a baby… I’m still not comfortable having this stuff done when I’m by myself. Call me a baby… or a scaredy-cat, but it’s just not something I like doing! It has always gives me the hebe-jeebies and deep down I think it always will!! But I must say I have gotten much better; I didn’t even ask the nurse to hold my hand this time! ;)
This afternoon I had a dermatologist appointment. Dermatologist and my family… well let’s say I think there has only been ONE time a mole hasn’t been removed from someone’s body during a visit! SO I went in there fully knowing that there would be needles, pricking and cutting going on! My family (mostly my mom) has been asking me for about a year, maybe longer, to get this terrible mole removed off my back. I meant to do it 6 months ago… but pushed it off because I knew what “getting it looked at” entailed.
It turns out my mom was right; when the doctor looked at it he said it was a good thing she made me do it. He told me he would remove the two moles and took off what he could see and sent it out for testing. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be, I’m pretty darn proud of myself. However, he is pretty sure that I will have to come in for a deeper extraction. I should know more in two weeks, but all-in-all, it wasn’t that bad!
As I was driving home and talking to my sister-in-law Tara, I began to feel something wet and warm on my lower back. I reached back to feel what it was and pulled out my hand only to discover that my little band-aid was not holding back the bleeding! I said “Tara, I’ve been shot!” I couldn’t see anything but a blood stain on my seat, but I also knew my clean white shirt had a huge blood stain right where the mole had been removed.
I quickly got off the phone with her and showed up at my friend/babysitter/TRAINED EMT’s house!!! I slowly got out of the car… she asked me what was wrong and then I slowly turned around. She gasped told me to come in and she would clean me up. I told her the first thing she needed to do was take a picture because this would be a killer blog post! (Can you believe THAT was what was on my mind!?!?)
Look at all the BLOOD!
Ok… I need to go take some Tylenol, now!