Prediction Confirmed

The spot where they took off the thing does indeed hurt.  Not enough to do anything much about, of course, just enough to be annoying as everloving fuck.

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Take It Off

Three years ago, I had a spot, not quite a mole, on my back that itched at lot.  I asked my doctor about it, and she gave me a referral to a dermatologist.  Off I went; the dermatologist said not to worry about it, keep an eye on it (metaphorically¹).

On and off since then, it’s itched.  Sunday it started up.  Monday afternoon, as I was absently scratching it…I pulled a scab off.  Well, something scab-like, anyhow.  Cue panic, and a call to the dermatologist’s office.

Had my appointment this morning.  They looked at it, said it was likely still nothing much to worry about, and asked if I’d like to have it removed and biopsied anyway just as a precaution and nerve-soother.   So that’s what we did.  I imagine it’s going to start being kind of annoying once the lidocaine wears off, and I’ll have yet another mole-removal scar².  It’ll take 10 days or so for them to get back to me on the results, which I imagine will be along the lines of “You made it bleed/seep by scratching it and that’s the scab that came off.”  But I won’t care, because it’s now gone and I don’t have to worry about it any more.

1: Had to be metaphorical because it’s in the middle of my back, just to the left of the spine and above the lumbar vertebrae by an inch or so.  It would be easier for me to see if it were on the back of my skull, because at least then I’d be able to do that trick with mirrors.

2: I scar easily; no idea why, other than “genetics” which doesn’t actually explain anything in this case.  But a scar in the middle of my back is about as non-disfiguring as scars get.

Minor Service Interruption

I’m going to do my best to be incommunicado this coming weekend, just for a change from being constantly on the net and reading email.  If you need me, try my cell first, as the guys are going to be in to work on my wall and so Liam and I will be spending lots of time not-at-home.

Yes, I remember that Sunday is Father’s Day. 🙂

More Than I Thought

I found myself typing this: “I don’t consider this personality trait to be a feature.  At best, it’s a wart.”

It says something about me that I came up with this spontaneously.  It says something about my friends that the person I was corresponding with didn’t need to ask for clarification.

Why Did No One Tell Me?

This morning on my way to work I saw no fewer than three women in going-to-work clothes who were wearing flipflops; I shared the elevator in my building with a fourth.  Now, I’ll grant that in three cases they were “fancy” flipflops, in that the straps were made of gilded or otherwise decorated leather, but they were flipflops nonetheless.

I get that it’s summer; I get that the owners of the fancier versions probably think of the shoes as “sandals”.  But they aren’t; they’re flipflops.  When did the rules change such that the shoes I spent every summer of my childhood in are considered adequate for office wear?

Or am I just getting old?

Random Stuff

1. If I were making this for myself, I’d just fudge it.  Since I’m actually being paid, however, I went and bought a circular needle and will be swatching.  Again.

2. You’d think I’d learn, but no; instead I get sick from insufficient food with the pills twice in less than 16 hours.  The only good thing about it is that it’s generally over quickly, and once I’ve been sick I feel better and can eat without worry.

3. Hi, sellers on Etsy?  All those random descriptors of your piece?  Those should go in the tags, not in the name of the piece.

4. The plastic bag Boreas has been living in is starting to come apart, and I think I’m actually risking losing bits through the holes.  It was never big enough to fit the hoop in anyway.  Perhaps I have detected a use for the yard of quilting print I bought soley because I couldn’t resist it.

Frog Monster

I got just past the heel of the first of the Hwæt! socks before it occurred to me to try it on.  And lo, it was way too tight; I had to cut the contrast color in two places before it would go over my heel, and even then it wasn’t comfortable.  No way it was going to fit Liam; his feet are only slightly larger than mine, but it’s enough to make a difference in some cases.

This is entirely not the pattern’s fault, I hasten to note; it was me, forgetting that stranded color just isn’t as elastic as straight stockinette.  Oh well; it’ll give me a chance to do the fancy edge correctly this time.

Next question is, do I up the needle size or just add a few stitches at the back seam?