For the past few weeks Ive been fretting over a super huge freckle on my left cheek bone.
I mean, Im really freckly anyway but these past two years I have two freckles that seem to have gotten bigger and bigger everytime I look in the mirror. One in particular is now a little lumpy and itchy. Its even gone black in one curve. Fortunately it hasn't tured into a massive sore or scab YET (eeeeeeeeew).
Anyway I eventually got a cancellation with my doctors today. Ive been meaning to go to the drop in clinic for the last few weeks but I have work to do and when I work, I forget to go. So I gets to the clinic and Dr Won't-look-you-in-the-eye-as-you-are-but-a-mere-member-of-the-public takes a 3 second look and says "its gotta come off" and turns to his PC to make an appointment with the Dermatologist.
I mean, think about it for a minute or show some compassion will you?
It might have been much nicer to look at me straight, hold both my hands and tell me I have 3 days to live. I could have coped with some empathy and believe me, Im fit to burst with bottled emotions as it is.
What I secretly was hoping is that he would say go home little girl and stop bothering me with inane freckledom not "off with your head".
So there you have it, no tests for benign or malignant cultures - just "lets have it off".
Digesting this is going to require cake and lots of it.