As you know by now, I largely use this blog as a dumping ground for my thoughts– it’s pretty much my diary. (Hence, the title.) It’s also why I tend to keep this URL on the downlow, and only shared it with people I know and trust. I know I’ve picked up a couple other readers over the years, too, and that’s fine… but overall, these are the things that I think about but are a little too personal or weird to go up on The Face-Book(TM).
Stop reading now if you get seriously grossed out by bloody things.
Yesterday while I was in the shower shaving my legs, I accidentally cut off a mole on my thigh.
I didn’t even realize I did it at first, which is the strange part. I didn’t feel it. But once I turned the water off, a spot on my leg was bleeding pretty badly. It was a spot where I’ve had this little red mole for years now.
I’ve always wondered about that mole. Like I said, it was bright red. It never grew or changed color as far as I could tell, so I figured it was just some strange little thing and left it alone. When it first appeared, I did squeeze it and poke at it because I thought it was a blood blister or something. But it’s right on the front of my thigh, not a spot that gets a lot of friction or anything, so it’s always been odd.
Now, it’s gone. It’s still red there, all right, though. I took the Band-Aid off this morning and it’s still bleeding pretty hard a full 24 hours later. I’m kind of stunned at how MUCH it’s bleeding, to be honest. I’ve had to change the bandage at work already today because I could just kind of tell it was seeping. That’s why I wore black pants today, just in case.
Isn’t this gross, though? The very idea of shaving off a mole is horrible. I’m so squicked out by this.
But now, because it’s bleeding so much (more than yesterday? That doesn’t make much sense, does it?) I should probably go see a doctor. Maybe I should have gone awhile ago to make sure it wasn’t a funky lil’ melanoma or something, but now’s a good a time as any, I guess, to get it checked out. I don’t know if they can put a stitch or two in there to close it up, or just, I don’t know, burn it closed or something, but it does seem to need help in the scabbing-over department.
I’ve never been to a dermatologist. If I go, I will probably bring up my hypertrophic scarring thing, too, and ask about my tattoo. A few people have told me my tattoo looks “weird” because it’s not flat. It’s just a tad raised up, and I think it’s directly because I tend to scar that way, and my skin did reject a lot of the ink the first time I got it done (I had to go back TWICE to get color put back in). I want to ask if I should just consider getting the whole thing removed or is it OK to get it covered up? I’ve wondered about this for awhile now, but it’s never been enough of an issue to warrant finding a dermatologist and going and all of that. So maybe I can tack that on to the sliced-off mole issue.
Oooh, oooh, I have one more gross thing to tell you about before I wrap up this particular post: The other night I was putting socks away in my dresser, and I have these little box/compartment separators in the drawer to organize socks by athletic, work, no-show or winter socks, and the one with athletic socks is stuffed to capacity. I was trying to stuff one more pair into the box when something very sharp slid up and under my fingernail, on the side between the nail and the cuticle.
I pull my hand up and there is a sewing needle stuck in my fingernail. I’m serious. It was under there, half under the nail bed and half in my cuticle. OMG WTF!! But before I pulled the needle out, I almost got my camera to document it because it was really, really gross and I was fascinated at the same time I was cursing from the pain. I ended up pulling the needle out fast and soaked my finger in a little cup filled with hydrogen peroxide. It hurt pretty bad for awhile but it did stop bleeding pretty quick. Today, there is a little dark scab-thing under the nail, and I guess I just have to wait for it to grow out.
So freaky, right?
Oh, and I realized the needle came from this small traveler’s sewing kit that I’d mindlessly shoved into the side of that box, thinking, I guess, that sewing kits belong with socks…? Either way, it had popped open and that’s how I got stabbed with the needle.
Good thing I had a tetanus shot a few years ago, when that shopping cart rolled into my hand at IKEA and tore the skin off my middle finger on my left hand. That was another bizarre injury.
But NONE of this is as bad as the time I actually sliced my fingernail OFF while shaving in the bathtub. My nails were all soft from being in the water, and I was shaving with my left hand and just nicked the crap out of one of my right fingernails. That was the absolute grossest injury I’ve ever had. Even grosser than the broken wrist, I think.
Yay! Injuries! What’s a really gross injury you’ve had? I wish I wasn’t interested in gross stuff, but I totally am. Yeah. I’m weird.