I tried to be brave, but instead I almost passed out
So I have this freckle on my forearm. Or had, until today. It had been changing in strange ways, itching, turning red, and really behaving in a non-freckly way. So I went to the Dr. this morning, and she looked at it for a few seconds and then said, “We should take this off. We can do it today. Right now. Is that ok?”
I neglected to mention that it was 10:30 a.m. and I hadn’t eaten breakfast… you know where this is going.
I made it fine through the first and third parts (the first part being the lidocaine shot, and third part being me laying on the table with one nurse standing by to make sure I was ok, while the other stitched), but the second part.. not so good. That was me sitting in a chair with my arm up on the table. With the room spinning, everyone suddenly receding to a distance of about 6 miles, and me beginning to feel the world go dark as I retched into their garbage can. Totally not my finest hour.
But after some soda and a few minutes’ rest, and climbing up on the table, we proceeded to the third part, which was better. :)
But! I came home with three neat stitches. Some fancy “Tuba tues” (which she told me is the Southern way to say “gauze pads” - ha! I guess it’s a corruption of “two by twos”), and I will know the results after Thanksgiving. I’m not sure how to feel about this yet. Except that it’s a good excuse to have a nap today. ;) And perhaps treat myself to a milkshake later. Am I the only one who associates milkshakes with having done well at the Dr’s office?) After all, doing well for two parts out of three isn’t bad…