"Moley Moley Moley"
Phew, it sure is a good thing something INTERESTING happened today, otherwise I wouldn't be able to respond to the flood of comments about me posting a new blog, and then having my blog COMPLETELY OVERTAKEN by people calling me and my sisters names such as "little dolls" "sedate" "Fat King Eglon" and the "crazy"
Ok, so this is actually quite a sad incident for me to report on. I had a dermitologist appointment today. The first sad thing was that I was walking into a plastic surgeon's office, and felt very self-conscious about the lady examining my face, and then whispering to her husband while looking at me (was she speculating that I was getting a new nose, I don't know?). Ok, yes I'm hyper self-conscious. Anyways, my appointment was at 1:00. So I was starting to get annoyed by the time 1:45 came along and I hadn't been called (but only slightly because although I had a ton of homework and other such stuff to be accomplishing and still do right now as I'm writing this, I was reading Pride and Prejudice and really wasn't too put out about it)
Anyways, finally I went in and she examined my mole on the back of my neck. She said it didn't look serious although she expressed disapproval of my natural white-tank top (or the tan lines that have created it, unfortunately turning it pink on the canoe trip has not helped) She decided to remove it because it is this cute little multicoloured mole, and I guess that is kinda suspicious. So before I know it I'm having a needle jabbed into my neck and my mole is GONE!
I actually had to stand beside my bike for a few minutes after I brought the gross little cold liquid container that I presume contained my mole to the front counter and paid 20$ for the "tray procedure."
Anyways, I had to stand there and grieve the loss of the mole a little. The most prominent one was each summer when the mole was revealed by a tank top having my mom pick at it and wonder "what's on your back" and every summer explain to her that it's a mole I've had all my life, and there is no amount of picking that will remove it. Each summer since then it has gotten increasingly funny as Roslyn has joined the examination of the mole, and there have been numerous comments of it being half-coloured and needing to have it checked out. I personally have never seen this mole up close since it is on the back of my neck, but have loved it for it's ability to cause such a ruckus.
I also mourn the fact that it was special because it was half-coloured and kinda unique I guess. My only consolation is that it will hopefully leave a cool scar. But I have little hope for that cuz it didn't really bleed much.
Oh yes, I forgot to say that part of the reason I had to stand by my bike to reflect was that I was kinda lightheaded from whatever was in that needle she gave me, and was afraid of falling over.