Yesterday I went to the doctor’s office to have a weird looking mole/insect bite gone bad/whatever the hell it was removed from my thigh. Even though it’s a trivial procedure for any doctor, I honestly have to say that the idea of being cut with a scalpel freaked me out a little – and I’ve never even had stitches. I’ve obviously lived a very protected life. On the other hand, I guess it’s not that often people have to have stitches from computer games related incidents – unless we’re talking Wii injuries.
Removing the…erh…abnormality turned out to be a walk in the park. Not literally, of course. The only pain was from when the doctor injected the local anesthesia, the actual cutting and sewing felt like a feather was being used in the process. Neither did I feel any real pain when the anesthesia wore off. But moving around has been a real hazzle. I can’t really walk and I look “like a drug addict” (actual quote by one of my colleagues) when I’m humping around.
Since I can’t ride my bike for two weeks now because of the stitches, I’m now back to riding public transportation. Not too bad, but because of where I now work, I have to first take the buss and then switch to the tram. Weak. One thing I’ve noticed is how everyone is measuring each other, up and down. From little kids, to old women – they all look like they are thinking “would I be able to take down that person in a fight?”
Come on, people, what about a smile? Tomorrow, I’ll give it a try. If I’m not beaten to pulp, I’ll let you know how it went.