AmilyFay

My expectations for the dermatologist appointment didn’t go beyond a once-over and a good reminder about sunscreen. I came prepared with my list of questions and presumed to be in and out in 30 minutes. In light of such expectations, I had not arranged for all my three kiddies to be elsewhere and so had my eldest, Londyn Aleise and the babe with me. Dr. Hudson looked me over and we had amusing banter about LSU and the Razorbacks. He had enlightening humor of our respected pastor, Rick Bezet and it was all very light and going according to my predictions. At that moment it took an amusing turn. Dr. Hudson noticed a particular mole near my hip that he thought should be removed. [My honest thought: "whatever, doc."] My expectation was that he would present me with my options for excising it, offer me to come back without my small children present and we would discuss a course of action. Nope. Rather than discussion, Hudson moved into action. He had me hop up on the table, donned just in a gown, might I add, and pumped me up with some local anesthesia. Suggesting to Londyn that she take a seat across the room, he whipped out a shiny scalpel and removed the menacing little mole. [See below to determine if you too have a likewise menacing mole!]
All the while, I'm doing my best to avert Londyn's curious eyes from the portentous procedure. After thoroughly cutting out the area, he proceeded to cauterize it - to which came the inquisitive young lady to my right, "Mommy, what's that smell!?" Of course, the scent to which little Londyn was being introduced was the aromatic fragrance of burning flesh. Poor girl must’ve been so confused and traumetized. Once the doctor finished and left the room, I quickly dressed myself and delicately attempted to explain to my innocent 4-year old why a strange man, not her father, was looking upon my bareness and giving me shots and using tools her innocent eyes had never seen. I think I managed fairly well to impede her suspicion of the intensely awkward encounter. Nonetheless, considering the black hole I was left with in place of my once natural tattoo [aka, the mole] we both got much more than we expected.


to be continued... [click to continue]

-cjb-