It hurts! The place where the spot was removed is a place where there’s no cushion really, just skin and bone. Feels like Walker Texas Ranger roundhoused me in the chest…and I just took a little teensyweensy peek at the spot with the stitches, and it’s a very small area to hurt so flippin’ much…and where it looked sort of okayish earlier today, now that I’ve been up and around and about my usual business, it looks gross. I’m going to leave a BandAid on it for possibly 8 years or so…nudge me when it’s all healed up.
I hate to whine about something so itty bitty, but it’s all about locationlocationlocation. It hurts when I cough. It hurts when I laugh. It hurts when I lift my arms. I’m throwing a pity party, but the best pity parties are the ones where I wallow all alone, so please leave red wine, good chocolate and some Nicholas Cage movies on the front porch and go away………………………………………………..but let’s just prolong the pity party by pointing out there will be no red wine and Nicholas Cage for me, because I have to study for an exam tomorrow! ACK!