I had a rough week this past week. On Monday I went to the dermatologist to have him look at a mole that's been changing. We've been monitoring it for about six months now. I've been feeling very comfortable about it and didn't think it had been changing too much. But I guess I was wrong. During my appointment, he surprised me by saying it needed to be biopsied. I could do it right then or come in later in the week. I had it done right away.
By the time I got back to the office I was feeling a little bit of shock. The next few days it hurt and I had trouble sleeping. The mole used to be on the left side of my face, the side I like to sleep on. So it kept waking me up at night.
On top of several sleepless nights and worry about skin cancer, work was crazy busy and also stressful. I have a new boss and am just getting to know how this person operates and what is expected of me. My workload has also increased but my hours do not increase until the end of April. So I have a few weeks of stress from that increased workload.
On Thursday I get my stitches out and will hopefully receive the results of the biopsy by then. So I guess I'll just wait until then.
What surprised me more than getting the mole cut out was how I reacted to it. I spent the first few days on an emotional eating binge spree. Then I spent the rest of the week feeling highly emotional and sick to my stomach. I just wanted to curl up and hide away.