I skipped my cello post yesterday because I was so focused on working. This project wasn’t delivered to me until after 5:30 on Tuesday, so I lost that day, and I’m missing Monday as a work day, so it needs to be wrapped up today as it’s due at 9 AM on Tuesday, which translates to Monday evening on my end because I don’t get back from delivering children to various places of education until after nine o’clock in the morning. (Did you follow that?)

Why am I missing Monday? I have a dermatology appointment to have moles removed from my back and sent to a lab for analysis.

It’s not the analysis that’s stressing me. (This appointment was made six months ago, so if the doctor was really worried, I’m sure this would have been done sooner.) It’s the ten-minute process of having them removed. It’s the local anaesthetic delivered via injection (two needles, on in each location) and then the cutting them out that’s making me nervous. The most drastic medical procedure I’ve ever gone through was birthing babies, followed by a couple of stitches each time. That was accompanied by so many endorphins that really, the local anaesthetic and stitches weren’t even noticeable. I was mostly knocked out for my wisdom tooth removal, and it’s been years and years since I had novocaine administered for dental work. I used to get allergy shots weekly, and maybe that’s where my discomfort regarding needles came from; I don’t know. I do know that I’ve become pretty sanguine about having blood drawn (ah ha ha, a little bit of word humour there) after having it done so many times during my pregnancies.

Maybe it’s the scalpel part? (Yes, that is definitely part of it. I’ve never had anything cut into my body before.) Maybe it’s the fact that I won’t be able to see what he’s doing? (It’s behind my back, after all.) I know it will all be over quickly. I know I have pretty awesome pain management techniques. (That’s a given after living with chronic pain for years.) I’m just… not looking forward to it.