Owwwweeee!

Ok, I made a really bad decision today and it cost me. I had a dermatology appointment for a yearly check up. She found one suspicious spot on the back of my leg that she biopsied. She said it didn't look like melanoma but it didn't look normal so she removed it. Hopefully, I will hear nothing because no news is good news with them. I talked to her about my other spots that concerned me and other skin issues I was having. Then I moved on to the wart on my finger. Because of my auto-immune issues a wart can sometimes pop up on my hands. This one on my left middle finger has bothered me a lot because of it's location. I've had it longer than a year and other methods weren't removing it because as a mom, I can't keep my hands out of water for more than 30 minutes at a time. So I thought, hey I'm here at the doctor, I'll just have her freeze it off for me.

Last month, when Scot went for his checkup that turned into you have skin cancer, you need surgery, he had a spot frozen on his arm. It hurt but later he said nothing about it. We were more concerned with his biopsies on his nose. So I am at this appointment thinking it's only going to hurt for a minute. The freezing didn't last longer than 10 seconds. But it felt much longer. It hurt, ALOT. I became sweaty and nauseous. The doctor ran out of the room stating she doesn't like to stick around when she's hurting her patients. Such a great bedside manner. lol. The nurse got me a juice and trash can and I read a people magazine article about Snoocky and her new baby. Not distracting enough. I asked the nurse several times, is it supposed to hurt this bad? She assured me that the ends of the fingers are extremely sensitive and to take some Tylenol when I get home. Tylenol? What the heck? This is I need general anesthesia kinda pain!

I get dressed continue to inform the staff that this is crazy painful. I'm becoming concerned that my level of pain isn't normal but they seem to think it is and look at me like I'm a wimp. I drive home calling my mother, because I am very mad at myself and concerned with the amount of pain I am having. What was I thinking? Why didn't I ask more questions? I'm a nurse!

I pull into a drive thru to get a coke. The nausea is really bad, but the pain is extreme. A monsoon has come to town and I'm getting soaking wet ordering this coke. I sit in the parking lot for a few minutes. How am I going to take care of my kids the rest of the day? What was I thinking? What was I thinking? IT was just a wart. It wasn't killing me. It wasn't hurting anyone. Now it is killing me. Oh the madness!

I called Scot to warn him. WARNING, I'M IN BAD SHAPE!

He runs out the door when I get home and says he's sorry I'm feeling bad. But he has an appointment to get back to work. A couple hours and one mega dose of Ibuprofen later my pain has come down from 100 to 90. Brit-bree has come to the rescue. And I can focus long enough to type with one hand. Things are definitely looking up from the path I was on. Thank you Jesus. Daddy will be home soon and I have the stronger pain med in reserve for his arrival. Then it's night night kids. Mommy's going to bed!

This has to stop hurting eventually, right?