The doctor fixed me today. Mrs. Fincher had to leave town and wasn’t able to administer the mole removal so she had her husband step in. Like most male doctors he was professional but not personable, which is fine especially when it involves examining delicate regions. As he had my legs spread wide open to inspect the mole next to my groin, a male nurse came barging through the door. My immediate thought was how nice it would have been if the chair was facing towards a wall and not the door. There I was, spread eagle for anyone walking by to see. The receptionist looked up but out of respect quickly looked down. The cold gust of wind sent my gonads shooting into my stomach.
“Hey you! Get in here! I’m hoggin’ this place,” I said abrassivly to the nurse and then chuckled. Dr. Fincher didn’t flinch. The nurse quickly shut the door and then tiptoed around us the rest of the time.
The mole is finally off and I have to keep it bandaged for 2 weeks. I get the biopsy results in 7 days. The other mole they scraped from my leg last week was fine except that there was a mild atypia in some of the cells but since the mole was removed there shouldn’t be a problem. I don’t understand what atypia means but I know it’s more than “nothing.” I’m still not convinced that I’m clean. I hate that feeling. The whole point of getting these things removed is for peace of mind. As much as I want the truth so that I can deal with it and move on, sometimes it’s better just to say, “Everything is fine. Don’t worry.” But even then I still wouldn’t believe them. What’s wrong with me?
Doctor Fincher, can you fix the mole inside my head?