Sunday, January 28, 2007

Solid Proof.

That people are just like me and you and each other all over the world.

Pretty cool.

What do you think?

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

So, it's Wednesday night . . .

And, I'm about to get into bed. Mind you, I'm going to be propping my head up so my eye does not supposedly swell. I have a ice pack too.

Overall, I was not really fearful. I think I get it now. I just hate the feeling of shots and anesthesia--it just makes me want to faint. But, since I was lying down, the doctor said that I was in the perfect position for fainting. Yeah, thanks, Doc!

Other than that, I had my normal feeling of having to go in the morning--like indigestion--is the only way that I can describe it. So, I would prop my one leg onto the other throughout the thirty minute procedure. Literally, having my leg crossed onto the other in the air--but, the doc was cool with that.

I felt 2 cm's lighter when he tugged the little Planters peanut times two ball of junk that was under my skin. Really, I completely felt relief and my stomach started to feel better too.

Then, there was the tugging of my skin as the doctor sewed me up. That felt wierd.

And, now, there is the inch bandage patching on my face to look closely like a headlight to irk me now.

Tuesday is the day to lose the patch.

In the meantime, I can't wet that part of my skin so at another time, I will be able to report when my husband washes my hair for me.

Yeah, I can't wait either.

Thanks, you guys, for checking in . . . I really appreciate it.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Wednesday

That's the day . . . I'm sick thinking about it. But, I'm sure it will be fine. I know I'm making it more than it is. I'm just a big scaredy-cat. Isn't it sometimes a good thing to think of it worse than it will be so that I will be pleasantly surprised? Yeah. That makes sense, right?

Thursday, January 04, 2007

1st Baby Step

Just sent an email (I was crying as I did it) to the doctor that I hope will be able to remove the lump that is in my face, under the skin, for almost twenty years. The lump that makes me scared to ever get it checked out. That is probably nothing. At least that is what I tell myself.

Next step . . . tomorrow, I make an appointment with the dermatology office.