My beloved mole!
I've fought this issue tooth and nail for some time now with Ben. He hates*** my mole, I love it (well, I just don't mind it). For those of you who don't know, I have a rather lovely mole just below my right breast.
Ben's regaled me with stories ever since he first saw it of how he would take it off in my sleep with objects ranging from a knife to a cheeze grader, all the while I've laughed it off. Honestly I wasn't inclined to ever get it checked out because its never gotten bigger or smaller, the color has never changed, and it generally doesn't bother me.
Well, I'm talking to my doctor today about this little cyst thing on the same breast that won't go the fuck away (see my entry a while back about a lump under my breast). I show it [the cyst] to him, and he says because its being a little jerk, he'll just surgically remove it. Thats all fine and dandy with me until he says that "oh, and we can take that off too while we're at it." Huh? "that mole, of course". Oh. Do we really have to take it off? "yeah, we probably should."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I like my mole. I like hearing Ben's stories of mole destruction. Now the doctor's gonna take it away? What am I gonna banter with Ben about, now? Loads of other things, of course. But the fact still remains.
Maybe I'll keep it in a formalin jar and name it and keep it by the bed...
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*** "Hates" is really the wrong word, Ben even agreed that 'hates' is the wrong word. He put it to me like this, "I love all of you. Of all the parts of you that I love, though, thats probably last on the list."
Ben's regaled me with stories ever since he first saw it of how he would take it off in my sleep with objects ranging from a knife to a cheeze grader, all the while I've laughed it off. Honestly I wasn't inclined to ever get it checked out because its never gotten bigger or smaller, the color has never changed, and it generally doesn't bother me.
Well, I'm talking to my doctor today about this little cyst thing on the same breast that won't go the fuck away (see my entry a while back about a lump under my breast). I show it [the cyst] to him, and he says because its being a little jerk, he'll just surgically remove it. Thats all fine and dandy with me until he says that "oh, and we can take that off too while we're at it." Huh? "that mole, of course". Oh. Do we really have to take it off? "yeah, we probably should."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I like my mole. I like hearing Ben's stories of mole destruction. Now the doctor's gonna take it away? What am I gonna banter with Ben about, now? Loads of other things, of course. But the fact still remains.
Maybe I'll keep it in a formalin jar and name it and keep it by the bed...
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EDIT
*** "Hates" is really the wrong word, Ben even agreed that 'hates' is the wrong word. He put it to me like this, "I love all of you. Of all the parts of you that I love, though, thats probably last on the list."