I went to my GP today to remove a mole that's changed. I wasn't too keen - this was all due to Boyfriend going into his "doctor-mode" and deciding that it needed to be seen by my own GP. I thought I'd have some kind of use of dating a Dr but nooooooo.
So, I had to have some local anaesthetics - don't like needles - and then the Dr did whatever he needed to do. I didn't look, I knew I'd faint if I did so I focused on wriggling my toes and think of things that have hurt more. Being a horserider, you have inevitably been in worse pain - hooves on toes, bites, falling offs, kicks etc etc -but all that have been nicer, if you know what I mean. I've enjoyed it in the way that it's something that you have to deal with if you want to be around horses. I'd definitely take a bit, kick or whatever over another one of this - although it wasn't bad.
It's just that I don't want a scar right there - 4 inches above knee - I know it's silly but it really annoys me...
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