the curse of the fair-skinned
Ok, so my long-forgotten-about hypochondria has resurfaced...in the form of a pesky mole on my neck. This mole had never really changed for years, and now it's all raised up and shit. Just discovered this today, in fact. So, I frantically checked the other moles I have for changes in symmetry, borders, color, diameter--all those signs your dermatologist tells you to check for. These moles haven't seemed to change...except for one which looks like it's gotten a little asymmetrical. So, that's two moles I'm FREAKING out over...and it's put me in a real funk this entire evening. I'm living out the curse of the fair-skinned...always freaking out about moles that I have little control over, outside of removal by a dermatologist. Complicating matters? My skin doctor is hideously difficult to get an actual appointment with (usually booked for 2-3 months straight), so I'm usually saddled with a freakin' nurse practitioner if I want to get ANY sort of attention within a few days. And they--to my knowledge--aren't the ones who remove moles. (Anybody who knows better may correct me...) I guess I could get a new dermatologist...but this particular one is good...solved a LOT of my mom's similar problems (including a melanoma battle way back when). And his office actually accepts my crap-ass insurance. Guess all I can do is call tomorrow morning and hope for the best.
In much brighter, happier news, the MUNY season began last night with The Producers. I look forward to seeing it Thursday night from the Free Seats. The show ought to lift my spirits. Because seriously, I hate these hypochondriac funks.
In much brighter, happier news, the MUNY season began last night with The Producers. I look forward to seeing it Thursday night from the Free Seats. The show ought to lift my spirits. Because seriously, I hate these hypochondriac funks.