I blogging from Sick-ville today. I've been in bed all day with a cold. Blah. My eyes are watering, my head aches, and I'm super congested. To use a very technical term, I feel yucky. And all the tween screaming on the Kid's Choice Awards isn't really helping. But, my cold isn't the only health problem I've had this week. Below is my health saga of earlier this week...
It was a dark and stormy night (okay, it was actually a sunny, clear Tuesday afternoon, but I'm trying to increase the drama.) So, I went to the dermatologist because I had a mole that looked a little bit funny. Had being the key word in that sentence. Long story short, they took it off. I know, this is fascinating stuff right here, Katie getting a mole removed, but I'm going to share anyway. So, we're sitting in the exam room and the dermatologist comes in. She looks at my mole, and agrees that it does look a little funny, but that it's nothing to worry about, yet. But I guess she could see how worried the mole was making me, so she suggested she take it off. Okay, I said, let's take it off. Then she said that I would get three stitches. Wait just minute, hold up, stitches? Don't stitches imply that you will be cutting into me, I thought. I know this sounds really stupid, but I didn't realize that having a mole removed was a minor surgery, with cutting and sewing and such. I thought, you know, maybe they would laser it off. Boy was I wrong. I'll spare you the gory, bloody (there wasn't any blood, again trying to amp up the intensity of my story), but I will tell you that there was a shot, some sort of punch tool, and four stitches, not the three I was promised. But, the best part of my story would have to be Carrie totally stealing my thunder and almost passing out since she was watching them take the mole off. She couldn't just let me have that one moment, could she? She just had to distract everyone from me, the one who they were cutting open? Ugh, I guess that's enough complaining about Carrie stealing my spotlight. Although, I did learn two important lessons this week. Number one, that stitches, while they don't hurt going in, do kind of hurt later on. Number two, that stitches and band-aids make me itchy, and number three, that sisters will always try to one up each other. She may have won this round, but, mark my words, I will beat her in the end!
- Katie
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