Had two moles removed today: a large one from my back and a highly visible one on the right side of my mouth. The plastic
surgeon who did the deed was quite deft. While she was carving, I didn't feel a thing.
I feel quite a bit right now, however. My lip is swollen and marked by four thick black stitches. My back hurts where the adhesive is tugging.
Oh well, by Thursday morning, the stitches on my back will have dissolved. And next Tuesday morning, the stitches on my lip will be removed. This is painful and unpleasant, but it will be shortlived.
The important thing is that both my erstwhile moles come back from the lab benign. (Fingers crossed.)
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Fingers crossed for you!
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