Wow. That was one weirdly easy surgery! I parked my car in front of the doctor's office, got out, and was getting back in the car to go home in less than 40 minutes!

The offensive mole being removed was on the back of my right shoulder. The nurse handed me a cloth gown to put on and I made some stupid joke about them being a high class place not using paper gowns. My attempt at comedy was rewarded with being told that I could leave my bra on. The doctor came in, I lay down on my side on the table and she (the doctor) started touching the area with light little touches. We started talking about our dogs and I was starting to wonder if she was ever going to get on with it when she suddenly asks me if I'm doing ok and says that she's almost done - she's put several stitches on the inside and now she's preparing to stitch up the outside.

What?? She's already stitching me?? I was still waiting for the numbing shot. It literally never felt like she did more than maybe brush a few crumbs off my shoulder. Amazing!

Now, several hours later, I'm back home. It doesn't hurt, but it's sort of not comfortable. Feels more like my upper arm has been under a lot of tension. Sort of like that tired, tense feeling you get if you hold your arm out for a long time.

Oh, and Doh! I forgot to ask how many stitches she put in. What a moroon! And yes, that's supposed to be spelt that way. Hubby, for some reason always says moroon instead of moron. I think it's a Bugs Bunny quote, but maybe not. Anyway, guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow when I shower and change the bandage to count the stitches. Or, I could just ask when I go back in a few weeks to have them removed.

Ok, gotta run. I just heard the dog door make noise and both dogs are laying here beside me, asleep. Do you think it would be totally bad parenting for me to call one of my kids & make them come see what just entered the doggy door? I mean, I am after all crippled....