My arms hurt. Not as in "I carried a 40 lb box across a room" or as in "man, I pressed 67 pounds tonight." More along the lines of "that darn nurse at the doctor yesterday shot me HARD!" Okay, shot me probably isn't the correct term. But her and her darn needles! My left arm is very tender and has a bit red spot. My right arm is tender to the touch and has a massive lump in it. The things we do for vanity...er, to go to countries where we could pick up nasty diseases.
Today I had my appointment with the dermatologist. Alas, there was no counting of the moles. But, no signifcant change in any of my moles which is good. I love it when they ask "have you noticed any change?" Well, considering I have more moles on my arm than most people have on their whole body, how would I notice if they changed? I ocassionaly notice if I gain a new one, but that's only in the real viewable places...and again, if there was a count, I might notice a new one! Man, where did all these moles come from? My mom is a freckler, my dad is a scarrer.
All of my visa documents are now in Chicago. Expect a lengthy all out cursing fest tomorrow on blogger if they tell me I need something else!! Hey, at least I vent it here, and not at the innocent bystanders. I LOVE when students take things out on me that I have no control over!
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