Yesterday I went to the dermatologist. I chose this dermatologist because his office is close to my house, he takes my insurance and he had appointments available before next year.
I needed to two moles removed close to my shoulder at the base of my neck. The nurse came in and set me up with a lovely bib. Then the doctor came in. He got all comfy on his stool and got to work. Then he started talking. But he wasn't talking to me. (Not that I was in the mood for conversation.) He asked the nurse to phone in a prescription to the pharmacy for his wife. He gave the details of the prescription and then talked a little about her cold sores. Nice to know that he was focusing on his work, which at that moment was me.
Today I have a band aid on my neck. I'm a little embarrassed to go in public. I wonder how many people will giggle when they see me. Heck, if I saw a lady my age who looked like she was trying to cover up hickeys, I would giggle too!