Hypochondriatic

Is that even a word? You know what I mean. I'm one of those.

I found out on Friday I don't have to wear adult diapers. I am perfectly fine. Relief.

Never one to leave well enough alone, I have found a couple of new problems to worry about.

I have a mole to the right of my nose and above my upper lip that has appeared and gotten bigger over the past two years. It's a recent acquisition. I guess for the longest time I thought it was cute because it never bothered me before. Like all of my moles, its not a raised one, its kinda like a big black freckle. Well the other day the MSN homepage had some banner about taking two minutes to save your life and it had pictures of all types of moles - some cancerous, some not. Well my "cute" mole looked like the melanoma (cancerous) mole, so I am currently a little worried I am dying. You know....the usual. I made an appointment with a dermatologist for 7:15 Monday morning. This should be interesting.

I also have my annual pap (I knew you were interested in that one) this week.

I am falling apart!