The end of a very long week - finally!Work has been really slow this week, mainly because management has been away and my work is all caught up except for a few little things that trickle in each day. So I'm glad to see the end of it. On the plus side, it's been a productive writing week. Albeit that production came at a price which threatened to leave me bald and cross-eyed. (Who said I don't suffer for my art?) Still, I think I managed to pull through it with what I needed and today I wrote another 7 or 8 pages.
Workwise - it'll be an easy day. We're only in the office until 11 AM and then we're off for a day of softball and barbeque. Then tonight I'm going on a boat cruise with Maxx and her work cronies. Should be fun. Tomorrow is the final dress fitting for my sister's wedding and then the rest of the weekend is free and clear. Ahhh...
Now onto the spots...I'm driving home from work yesterday and notice this red spot on the underside of my forearm. So, while trying not to drive off the road, I try to get a good look at it, thinking I put my arm in something or got it with a red marker, even though I wasn't actually using a red marker...meanwhile in the back of my head is this little voice whispering...cancer! Because everytime something funky happens that's the first thing that goes through my mind. Like the Big C is stalking me and I'm always just one manouvre away from it catching up.
Anyway, I get home and get a good look at this thing and it looks like a little red flat spot the color of a raspberry. But I can feel it is raised up a bit. Cancer! the stupid voice whispers again. Shut up. It's not cancer. I step into the sunlight to get an even better look. Whatever it is appears to be under the skin, not on top of it. It's no longer than the nail of my baby finger and only a half centimetre in width. Deep under the skin cancer! Shut up. My first reaction is to grab the phone and call the doctor. I calm myself down. Stop overreacting. I go through my day. Did I bump something, pinch the skin, anything that would cause some type of under the skin blood blister bruise thingy. Nothing comes to mind. I decide to wait and see if it goes away overnight.
I wake up this morning. It's still there. Cancer! Shut up. I get to work. My co-worker, the King of Worst Case Scenario sees me checking it out and claims in an overly dramatic voice - CANCER!
Shut up.
I call the doctor and make an appointment for 6:40 pm tonight. Just to put my mind at rest, I tell myself. Cancer! Shut up.
8 comments:
Now you've got ME worried! I'm sure it's nothing...but let us know, k?
That's always my reaction too. Doesn't help that my dad and two of his siblings died of it.
Hope everything is fine! Let us know what the doc says!!!!
It doesn't really sound like cancer but it is good you are having it checked out. Let us know what you find out.
LOL. I'm sure it's nothing, hon. But I'm EXACTLY the same way. Best to be on the safe side and get it checked out. Then laugh about it later.
Kelly, you know when you get old, those spots are called raspberries... lovingly, from your old childhood friend (who's got a few herself). :D
Yikes. That's freaky. I hope all goes well. Give us an update soon!
I hope you get a good report from your doctor. Elizabeth is right. The older you get, the more age spots and skin lesions you get.
So how did it go?
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