And just like that, the week is over! Time for the weekend, much needed as always. My weekend actually started today with a day off from teaching. It felt great to sleep without setting an alarm!
I woke up at the bright and early time of 7:15! (Seriously, I wish I could sleep in longer than that). I knew that I wanted to get a workout in first thing, so I headed downstairs to my “gym” (I have a treadmill, elliptical, dumbbells, and gym set with cable equipment, so I call it my gym.) I completed Strength C from Best Body Bootcamp and 20 minutes quick on the elliptical. Honestly, I just wasn’t feeling it today. I don’t know if I didn’t push myself too hard or what, but I basically did the moves, but didn’t gain much from it.
For some reason, I suddenly had a craving last night for cheesy eggs, half of a bagel, and some bacon. I don’t know what it was, but I knew that would be my breakfast. I went to start my breakfast today, and realized we were out of bagels. Then, I went for the bacon, and realized it was Friday, so I can’t have meat. So, I ended up with eggs, salsa, and cheese, a piece of toast with vegetable hummus, a glass of chocolate milk, and some green tea.
It was yummy, but not as great as my original planned and craved breakfast.
After finishing up my breakfast and getting ready for the day, my mom and I decided to run a few errands. I am in desperate need of a new face wash (which my face has been telling me lately). So, we headed down towards our Wal Mart plaza, and as we reached a very busy interesection (5 way), none of the lights were working and it was a mess! We finally got to Wal Mart, and I started to the entrance. . Turns out, the whole plaza had no power and it was all closed! So, there went my Wal Mart trip, and my face is still yelling at me for face wash. Wasted trip. Always tomorrow, I suppose!
Onto today. I have been dreading today for the past month and a half. I did not want it to come at all. Today meant I had to have more moles removed.
Here’s some background. I am freckly, and I am mole-y. I get it from my dad’s side and I seem to develop moles at an alarming rate. After seeing multiple dermatologists for years, I finally found one that cared about my moles and not my face. About three years ago, I changed dermatologists to one I heard had a 97% accuracy rate with moles. They weren’t kidding. She pulls out all the stops and checks every single one of my moles. It is a long process, but I was glad she was finally taking the time to really look at my moles. However, she always finds ones that need removed. Usually about 6 every 6 months. That means I have to have surgery to get them removed. About 95% of the moles have all come back as pre-cancerous, which is scary to me, but makes it worth getting them removed.
I went back to see my doctor in January for my six month check up, and she found six more moles. She knew, though, that I didn’t want any off. With my wedding coming up, I just couldn’t deal with anymore scars. She understood my reasoning, listened to me complain, and comforted me as I cried in her office. I have had so many moles off (in the upper 20s at least!), I literally cannot keep count of them all. It’s been that many. Turns out one of my moles on my back had really changed and she was really worried about it. I checked out pictures, and it did, in fact, change a lot and I decided to get it removed. I went to my plastic surgeon to have it removed today. I hate stitches. I hate surgery. I don’t want moles removed. I am sick of the recovery. I am sick of the scars. (Sorry for the complaining, but it is what it is.)
As I went in today and talked to my plastic surgeon (yes, he has become mine. After many, many trips, I call him mine ), I explained how I needed one removed, but one other was very close, and wondered if both should come off today.
As you can see, they are super close and might as well do them together.
He said yes, they were very close, and would be easier to just remove together. Yay, more scars for my wedding. So, here I sit. Laying on my couch, in pain. I did treat myself to a piece of cookie cake, which helped. Really just needed an excuse to eat another piece
If you’ve lasted this long, thank you. I don’t mean to complain, but this has been on my mind a lot, and it is something I have had to deal with. My uncle died from Melanoma a few years ago. Being that it is in my family, and that he was my dad’s brother and I have my dad’s skin, it is better to be safe than sorry. I know in the long run I will be (and am!) happier with scars than cancer, but the entire process of surgery to get them off, the recovery time, and just the annoyance of having stitches in, is a lot to handle. But! The positive is that it is the weekend, which is the perfect time to relax and make sure they are healing well, in pain or not!
Have a great weekend all!
Questions for your night:
- Have you ever had to have moles removed?
- What are your plans for the weekend? I do have plans tonight, but it depends how I am feeling if I attend. Having fresh stitches in a bar atmosphere makes me a little nervous! Aaron and I also start Marriage Classes on Sunday night!