Molapalooza

Had the big mole check today. They took lots of pictures--something various dermatologists have made noises about since the 90s but never followed through on--and I lost 4 moles to the big B ( for biopsy).

I officially have "a lot of moles."

Do I get a prize?

No?

Lame.

The toddler is sick, which has me all hyped up since I do not want to get sick. That will mean prednisone and a possible asthma flare. Plus I will have to stop exercising. So noooooooooooo.

Speaking of exercising, two of the biopsied moles happen to be in line with my bra strap, which presents some interesting challenges. First, I never carry a purse unless I have to. I hate baggage. So, of course, this would be the day I could use a purse to stuff my bra into. Instead I had to shove it down my pants and hope no one thought that bulge 'down there' was anything weird.

Second, exercising is going to be hard without a bra. I can't exactly walk the dog with the headlights on, you know? And there's no jumping unless there's a bra involved. I need the support.

Eh. Who am I kidding? I've barely slept the last four days. Between the hubby being in and out of town (complete with 4am wake-up calls), the toddler peeing through her diaper on a nightly basis, plus not sleeping through the night and now being sick, I wasn't planning to exercise anyway. I mean, I want to exercise, but instead I think I will take a nap. At least for today. And for the last three days.

I'm not sure when regular bra wearing will resume since I have stitches. I've never had stitches before with mole biopsies so this is a new one. It's probably not a good idea to have bra straps irritating them, right????

By the way, if this post makes no sense, it's the sleep deprivation which magnifies my inner moronic qualities.

Cheers.