So the dermatology appointment that ended up with an abnormal mole being removed ended up in a repeat trip today for outpatient surgery because the thing grew back and we all know that’s creepy.
Did I mention that everyone should go get their skin checked because it’s a good thing to do? Because you should. Related/unrelated: dermatology is my new expensive hobby.
Anyway, I did not photo document the entire journey because that would be sort of gross, but I did have Mom take one snap of my back after the doctor had marked it up. Mostly because I wanted to know what it looked like.
Very dramatic, no?
The surgery took about 20 minutes with local anesthetic, and I now have a number of stitches placed squarely in the middle of my back. How Nice, I Know. I am told that the scar will be very discreet. Since this is a place on my back that is impossible for me to see without the assistance of a hand mirror and some serious neck craning, I cannot say I was very concerned about that part.
From the department of first world problems, apparently these stitches (I have two layers) mean that I cannot do anything that will stretch them, and in order for them to keep everything together, I cannot raise my heart rate. In case there is any confusion here, I was explicitly told that I cannot run, do yoga, or really anything outside of…power walking. The upper body stuff is specifically an issue because of the location of the incision – it’s pretty much impossible for me to do anything that would not stretch it. I am sure that you can understand then that this is the worst part of the whole affair.
Since they had to re-remove the mole, it will be biopsied again. It’s sort of like a spin cycle. Check, remove, test, repeat. With that in mind, I’m extremely glad that I have a good doctor and good insurance so that this is something we can do without worry. That being said, this needs to be the last of it.