A Fun Afternoon With the Doctor
I’ve known I needed to visit the dermatologist for at least a year. A few places on my face and neck were exhibiting troubling signs. One red mark refused to heal, and occasionally was quite sensitive to my razor. Like too many people, I kept putting off what needed to be done. The excuses were easy and silly. Finally, the smart part of me (tiny as it may be) won out and the appointment was made.
Sitting, waiting in the exam room, I started getting nervous. I answered a few questions for the assistant and was told to strip to my underwear, (good thing I’m completely comfortable standing about in only my boxers. They’re cute, really) and put on a gown.
She informed me I was to get an all over screening. Suddenly I was convinced I had all sorts of skin issues and cancers. Every tiny mark and blemish became larger and more asymmetrical in my mind. I started to sweat.
I really need to relax and tell my brain to shut the %*&# up.
Lucky for me, I have a great skin doctor. Within minutes, he had diagnosed my problem areas (two basal cell carcinoma) and reassured me that I was going to be just fine. I do get to return in two three weeks to have them removed. I hope I get to keep a lovely scar in the end.
The best part of the visit was the biopsy. I adore getting numbed up and having chunks of flesh forcibly removed from my head. On the plus side, I get to walk about town with a giant band-aid on my right cheek. I should take a picture of the wound and share it, right?