Blog Challenge And What's Up Doc?

First off, I haven't posted this lo anywhere yet, but credit is due to Tangie Baxter & CRD whose kits I used to make this lo!

I'm hosting the blog challenge over at the Creative Team Loft on June 20th. I decided to make a big picture challenge as I was inspired by some lo's using big pics over at DST. When I say big I mean a minimum of 4"x12" and a maximum of 10"x12". So if this is something that interests you, c'mon over June 20th and play for a GC to Tangie's store. I'll be posting a direct link then so don't think you have to remember it, unless you don't visit my blog...then you do!

Okay, on to my current saga. Albeit a small one, it is really chapping my hide! I had a growth on my neck so I went to our family physician who thought it was a skin cancer. He said I should see a surgeon immediately and scheduled me an appointment for a few days later. But since I see a dermatologist every six months (red hair and freckles), I just went to see her...er only her wasn't available so I had to see her partner. He was a piece of cardboard as far as personality.

And much to my distress, he didn't take the thing down to skin level like my regular dermatologist would. He just scraped a teeny piece off and left the rest of this thing that was the size of an eraser causing me to feel like one of the witches from MacBeth. I felt it was my own beacon, lighting my way on the darkest of nights. To me it is huge and glaring. I wanted it OFF! I guess at Georgetown Medical School they don't teach you to take it all off.

So the biopsy is supposed to take 2 weeks. My appt. was May 12th. On the thirtieth, I called the office, and they just had my lab report in their stack. Their stack of what? Wait and ignore until they call? Eraser is still on my neck. It is still unsightly. Someone needs to get rid of it. Fine, they can see me. It is a sqemous cell (sp). Lovely. Take it off.

The earliest appointment is July 8th. WTF? I'm not going around with an eraser skin cancer on my neck until July 8th. Would you? Honestly, it's time to have this lighthouse removed. Moly russel's wart...remember that from Uncle Buck. I have moly russel's wart. Get it off!

So I'm more clever than these inept scheduling people who arent' alarmed that I have a skin cancer the size of Uncle Buck on my neck. No siree, I'll get the best of them and have this thing removed, by George!

So I call the local plastic surgeon. Added bonus of tiny stitches leaving minimal scar, which in the world of vanity is a big BONUS! Plastic surgeon sees me today. MOTHEROFGAWD he doesn't take the elephant in the room off my neck either because insurance says I have to be precertified. They couldn't do that before? They couldn't do it now? I have a freakin' family moving in on my neck. GET THIS ()*#@()*$ OFF!

So now, I am relegated to coming back on Tuesday to have this fabulously Aaron Neville-ish moly russel's wart Macbeth witch thing removed. IS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO WAIT THIS LONG? I'm glad it is not a melanoma. I might have had to wait to Christmas to get it off. By then it would have been so big, I could have stuck a bow on it and left it under the tree.

As an aside, for the first time in 19 years of marriage, my husband went to bed before me...