ow and double ow.

So, that whole mole thing? Muuuuuuuch more bad than I thought. Muuuuuuch.

I almost passed out on the operating table. I cried quite a bit, and almost vomited, and they had to hold an ice pack to my head. Plus, I could feel them yanking with the stiches, and that wasn't good for the ol' stomach either. They should give you a valium or something. And I'm gonna have a scar on my back. And Otto is not impressed by this fellow's work at all, apparently. By the way, he gets mucho fantastic points for 1) being patient, 2) getting me sushi for dinner yesterday and 3) changing my bandage for me. He's been really really nice about this. Especially considering that I've been a big baby about it. But eight stiches hurt! And they had to treat my mole like it was melanoma, because the pathologist's report suggested that it might have signs of melanoma in situ. And it was dysplastic compound nevis (SEVERE) not just a little-bit-scary-so-let's-cut-a-tinge-deeper mole. I wish they had warned me over the phone. I do so SO much better when I know what's coming. How else would I get through root canals? A shot in the mouth is totally worse, and that big plastic and metal thing they use to isolate your tooth? Yeah, more miserable. But I know what to expect, so I don't freak out.

Even Gobi could tell I was unhappy, I think. I say this because about halfway through the night he moved from sleeping by my head to sleeping by my stomach. He was even half-under the blanket, which he usually can't stand.

I'm very tempted to go back to sleep. I think I might come home early.

What about this blog title--derring-do, dalliance or disease? Ha!

And Jonathan, I don't completely get the joke either. I believe it has something to do with how severe the autism is, so where the person falls on the level of severity. And it was more of a pun than a joke, methinks. And yes, Jessica, I'll send it to you when I'm done.

Oh, and I'm not a vampire. I don't ignite and/or die when exposed to sunlight. I do, however, get a bit of a rash on my chest, apparently. And the doctor thought I might be allergic to my sunblock, but since I've used that kind before I doubt it. Or maybe this is all a big cover so i can begin my night-crawling days. ;)