Monday, September 21, 2009

A stitch in time

As you know, I've been on staycation since last Monday.
Hence, the limited blogging.

I thought I'd take advantage of the time off
and schedule a few doctor's appointments.
Family Doc.

I know, the spa isn't the doctor,
but it's for medicinal purposes.
At least that's my story,
and I'm sticking to it.

So last Monday I went to see my family doctor.
I had a few concerns about some brown patches.
I've had some serious sunburns in the past,
and just wanted to be sure.

All's well.

But he took a look at a "growth"
... for lack of a better word ...
that gives me grief on my ankle.
Every time I shave my legs,
I nick it and
bleed like a stuck pig.

I didn't think it was anything to be
concerned about,
but thought I'd bring it up.

He pokes.
He prods.
He hums.
He haws.

Then says ...

"It's a tumor."

I look at him.
I must have had a WHAT?!
expression on my face,
because he quickly said ...

"Oh! It's benign. Happens all the time."
And he waves it off.
"But it should come out."

So I went back today.
So he could take it out.

Three stitches later ...

I go back next Monday to have the stitches out.

It doesn't hurt,
per se.

But ask me again when the freezing wears off.

* * *


OK. The Freezing's worn off.


Evil Twin's Wife said...

I'm prone to getting cysts. Yes, I know that is lovely info there. But, I had one on my shin that I razored over so many times, I finally got fed up and had the sucker removed. The doc gave me Darvocets. I felt no pain. :-)

Crazy Mo said...

ETW: I'm going with vast quantities of martini-type drinks! Go big or go home, right?