MandySlade
20-06-09, 00:06
So today I went to the dermatologist to have some moles checked, because I had never had them looked at before and (of course) I was fearing the C word. So, she tells me they all look normal but that she can remove the one on my back because it keeps getting caught in my bra hooks. I feel reluctant to have her poke me with a needle... but I tell myself "don't be a baby, you've been hating that mole your whole life". I say yes. It takes about 2 minutes and the mole is gone. End of story right?
no
I get home today and I start researching all the horrible infections and things that could go wrong with the wound. I read that removing moles can make the skin underneath MORE prone to issues later. I read that rare but -serious- infections can occur. I read that if the doctor was wrong and it -was- cancerous this minimizes my chances of recovery. I read that I can be left with a huge nasty scar. I read that it's not supposed to "hurt" afterwards, but mine is a little sore... and so of course.. I think something is wrong.
Now I'm convinced all of these things are going to happen to me. Last week I was dying because of the mole on my back. Now I'm dying because I had the mole on my back removed.
The most frustrating part is that I can sit right here and tell you that I'll probably be fine. I'm probably worrying to much. That it's probably just my phobias................... but I'm still worrying and scared. Why doesn't "knowing" stop me from thinking "what if?"
*sigh*
no
I get home today and I start researching all the horrible infections and things that could go wrong with the wound. I read that removing moles can make the skin underneath MORE prone to issues later. I read that rare but -serious- infections can occur. I read that if the doctor was wrong and it -was- cancerous this minimizes my chances of recovery. I read that I can be left with a huge nasty scar. I read that it's not supposed to "hurt" afterwards, but mine is a little sore... and so of course.. I think something is wrong.
Now I'm convinced all of these things are going to happen to me. Last week I was dying because of the mole on my back. Now I'm dying because I had the mole on my back removed.
The most frustrating part is that I can sit right here and tell you that I'll probably be fine. I'm probably worrying to much. That it's probably just my phobias................... but I'm still worrying and scared. Why doesn't "knowing" stop me from thinking "what if?"
*sigh*