date with the doctor

Late yesterday afternoon, I had an appointment with a specialist. I needed to get my spots checked. I have a couple of moles that don't look so good, and I wanted to get them checked out. Because the appointment was downtown, and because it was at 6:00pm and dark by then, I dragged poor hubby along for the ride.

Turns out, it was kinda fun. We chatted all the way to the dr's office, went to Tim Horton's for a coffee, waited in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, and then stopped at the Cactus Club for a quick (late) dinner, and was home just in time to watch Heroes at 9:00.

My spots are ok. One is nothing to worry about. The other isn't even a mole, it's something else with a long medical sounding name. He burnt it off with a blast of liquid nitrogen. When I asked him if it was going to hurt, he looked at me and said, "Yes". Well, at least he didn't lie. It still hurts! Apparently, it will turn black and fall off in a few days. YUCK!