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GRAVY! biopsy funtimes 2007-01-24 — 2:34 p.m. |
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I actually am finding it completely liberating to not care when Ryan is coming home from school, whom he is emailing, or when he's going to call/email me. I don't feel bad for him when he complains about how much work that he has to do, and I don't get angry that he's doing it instead of interacting with me. In the immortal words of Yia Yia (I'm sure I've said them here before): "It's not MY problem." That's all BoiToi's (new favorite spelling, tm my officemate Sarah) mess now. Ryan has been hanging out at my apartment with me and BB lately, and it's been fine. He'll bring his dinner over and do homework and whatnot. He is actually spending more time with us now than when she was visiting us here 2 years ago while Ryan actually lived with me. In general, he is a much nicer, friendlier, happier person than I've seen him be in a long, long time. BB and I are having a bunch of friends over on Saturday to play Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture edition and eat snacks. It'll be fun, plus it will give me some practice for my upcoming audition in Chicago! WOOOOOO! I'm SO PSYCHED! (hi Amy!) In other news, I went on a date last weekend. Yeah, yeah, too soon, I know. But it was fun, and it made me happy, and I had a nice time. The fellow, whom BB and Ryan refer to as "Rebound Dave" graduated law school last year (I know, I know, believe me, I know) and is clerking for a judge in Winston-Salem, so he's only in CH on the weekends. He's funny and talkative and he pretty much knows the whole deal about me and the gay husband (except exactly how recently the whole thing went down ... i thought it best to keep that one to myself for now), and he's cool with it, and there are no strings attached or expectations or anything, and all we did was drink soy chai lattes and play jenga, and it was good to feel attractive and charming again. So I'm also seeing him again this weekend. I had to get a mole biopsied at the dermatologist yesterday. That's not the interesting part of the story, I swear. I don't know about youse guys, but any time i've ever had ANY procedure done at the dermatologist (mole removal or wart removal, generally), the doctor man/lady issues a firm warning that what he/she is about to do is going to HURT LIKE HELL, and it never, ever does. Once I had to get four warts frozen off at once, and the doctor offered to do it in two visits so I wouldn't have to take the pain. WTF? It feels like someone is pinching you for like twenty seconds, tops. Anyhoo, the same deal with the mole. It was on the upper left area of my back, so I'm just laying there on my stomach, relaxed as can be, and the doctor was like "this is going to sting" ... I kept waiting for something, but all I got was a tiny pin-prick sensation. She was all "most people yelp and squirm at this point." I don't know whether i have a high tolerance for pain or whether dermatologists exaggerate their own potential to cause pain or what, but hooo boy. ANYHOO ... i have stitches on the area now, and I'm not supposed to get them wet, so last night I duct taped blue saran wrap to myself so that I could shower. It looked hot. It also hurt worse to pull off the duct tape than get the mole removed. The end. |
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