Being a Big Girl

Today, I got plastic surgery.

No, not like that.

I had to get a mole removed. Well, I didn't have to, but I had gone to get it checked out because I was nervous about it, and the dermatologist said that he didn't think that there was anything wrong with it, but that if I was nervous about it and it would keep stressing me out, then the best thing to do would be to get it removed. Since it was a flat mole and not a raised one like the one on my back that I'd had removed a few years earlier, getting it removed would require stitches, so he forwarded me along to the office's plastic surgen.

I went to the apointment by myself, even though my mom and AJ both said that they would come with me. I took the lidocaine injections like a champ, even though I hate needles, they stuck me about 7 different times, and each one burned worse than the last. I spent most of the time gripping the sides of the hospital gown in my fists and tensing up my feet and my legs so hard that they started shaking. Once I was numbed, the process of removing the mole and getting the stitches didn't hurt, it just felt really weird. I could feel them removing the skin, and I could feel the stitches tugging at the skin, but it was more like someone pulling your hair: Your hair dosen't feel it, but the scalp that it's attatched to does.

But I'm very proud of myself for doing it all on my own. My senior year of high school, I was sitting on the table in the doctors office crying because she had given me three shots in the same visit. .

I'm a big girl now :)