The stitches came off yesterday afternoon, hence why there was no blog post. Unfortunately, I don't have complete control of my right hand just yet.
I got a call last week from the dermatologist telling me that all three of the moles removed were benign. No further surgery was required, and I just had to let these heal. Well, the one on my left leg is taking a little longer to heal, so I'm taking an oral medicine to help. Yes, healing moles through pills is possible.
I must admit that I can be a crabby bitch when it comes to medical procedures. Since I really don't know much about why certain procedures must be done (like stitches for one mole removed), I get as fussy as one of my three-year-old nieces get when it's bedtime and she doesn't want to go to bed. I don't scream bloody murder, but I do squirm and panic a little. That's natural, right? Well, I don't think it is for someone who lists himself as an adult on tax returns.
Until Friday, I have to have a light, but tight bandage over my right hand's scar. That's made some of my hand's flexibility difficult. I can make a fist again and I look forward to playing drums, but I'm still in the dark as to why I had to go through all of this in the first place.
Maybe if I stopped living one week at a time that this bitchiness will ease.