Ooh, minor ops!
So, I just got back from the GP, where I had two moles removed.
I was a little nervous, as I didn't know what to expect. I put on my purple dress, cos the moles were on my waistline and nothing else fitted round my hips.
Got rained on en route and had to wait ten minutes extra, but I was then announced over the tannoy twice (he got the room wrong the first time), greeted at the door by a nurse who cheerfully told me the doctor always forgets what room he's in, and then asked to sit down.
The doctor had a good look at them, declared them probably okay but decided to send them off anyway, and we did the consent form. I was asked to lie down on the couch, where I hoisted my dress up again and was covered with a pretty blanket.
He then brings in a GIANT needle. It looked like a syringe out of a First World War drama! I decided not to watch this bit in case I jumped when I saw it hit my skin, but ow! It stung and bit, so I gasped both times. Local anaesthetic is a real pain.
This type of procedure is called 'Shave and Excision'. What they actually mean is that they're going to take a razor blade to your skin. Of course, it didn't hurt at all because of the local, but I watched him saw off the mole, leaving the subcutaneous fat, which then bled. He did the same on the other side and then slapped some gauze on for a moment.
Then, diathermy! It's really strange to smell burning and realise it's your own skin. It was all black and charred before they put the bandage on, but apparently it will scab like a normal cut.
I got completely soaked on the way home, so my only clothing option is now drenched. The pain hasn't kicked in yet, but I'm expecting it within the hour. Expect much grumpiness for the next few days.
I was a little nervous, as I didn't know what to expect. I put on my purple dress, cos the moles were on my waistline and nothing else fitted round my hips.
Got rained on en route and had to wait ten minutes extra, but I was then announced over the tannoy twice (he got the room wrong the first time), greeted at the door by a nurse who cheerfully told me the doctor always forgets what room he's in, and then asked to sit down.
The doctor had a good look at them, declared them probably okay but decided to send them off anyway, and we did the consent form. I was asked to lie down on the couch, where I hoisted my dress up again and was covered with a pretty blanket.
He then brings in a GIANT needle. It looked like a syringe out of a First World War drama! I decided not to watch this bit in case I jumped when I saw it hit my skin, but ow! It stung and bit, so I gasped both times. Local anaesthetic is a real pain.
This type of procedure is called 'Shave and Excision'. What they actually mean is that they're going to take a razor blade to your skin. Of course, it didn't hurt at all because of the local, but I watched him saw off the mole, leaving the subcutaneous fat, which then bled. He did the same on the other side and then slapped some gauze on for a moment.
Then, diathermy! It's really strange to smell burning and realise it's your own skin. It was all black and charred before they put the bandage on, but apparently it will scab like a normal cut.
I got completely soaked on the way home, so my only clothing option is now drenched. The pain hasn't kicked in yet, but I'm expecting it within the hour. Expect much grumpiness for the next few days.