Look at ME
This will likely be one of the most raw entries I will ever do. Forgive me as I travel down this rabbit hole. I went to the doctor today. I went for a very specific purpose. It was not an annual physical, although it has been a year since my last physical exam. I had a mole that I wanted looked at. A mole. The doctor did indeed look at the mole. He stared at it intently. He asked a couple of questions and agreed that it did look odd. Of course, if I felt that it had changed, we absolutely had to investigate it further. He talked to me about what that looked like. I agreed that having it removed and biopsied was a fine idea with me. As he typed away at his computer, I said I had another question for him. He said, ok, but first... He asked about the hysterectomy I had about 10 years ago. (Yes, I had a hysterectomy. No they didn't take my cervix. Yes, it had been 5 years since my last pap smear. Yes, I should get one. Next year, he said.) He asked about