Two words... Right Cheek. Three stitches. Pain level... 1. I can't believe it. Of all moles to be concerned about who-da thunk the one that has rarely (I won't say never) seen a ray of sun needed to come off. So it happens, ya know? All those years of greasing up like the Thanksgiving turkey are bound to catch up with a gal. Oh I'm sure it's nothing but better to be sure. Take the mole send it to some lab and then call me in a few days (you will call, won't you?). In the meantime I'll shuffle like a 90 year old, hoist myself with my arms into and out of my car and learn to sleep on my tummy for the next 2 weeks. Updates (minus gross photos) to follow. Tomorrow-the weekend update. A little look at where the B cups grew up (riveting blog material, I know.)
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Oh, you're poor little bottom! Best to have the ones you can't removed. Be strong.
DANG! hmmm...i always wonder how that comes up at the doc...you just say "hey, check out my a**, i have a mole" or what? because i have more than ONE strange looking creature on my person, i'm just too chicken to say anything. so good job and i'm sorry your bum hurts. here i thought you meant your cheek-cheek, so i was like "why would she sleep on her tummy?"
ahhhhh mondays.
get well soon!
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You should borrow yourself a boppy. If it weren't such a serious subject I might be sitting here laughing, OK well...I did laugh a little at the thought of you getting up and down, but now I am sending you good vibes.
Ohhh no! Ill make you a cushion....
I hope your little tush is feeling better soon!!!
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