Ouchies.

Happy April Fool's Day.

I however am not playing any jokes today.  I am one sore little girl.  If you don't like gross stories, you should probably skip this post...

You've been warned.

Yesterday I had a few moles biopsed.  They ended up being a lot more invasive on 3 of them than I thought they would be.  I have 30 stitches (and that only counts as one for the running stitch they did on top) between my 3 little wounds on my lower half.  Then I have 3 little gouges on my arms, no stitches for them... just open sores.  I was feeling pretty good Thursday night (I even went to the gym with Juliana).  However, when I got home and hopped in the shower I lasted about 20 seconds and got out crying.

Now I have to interject here.  I feel like I have a high pain tolerance.  I got 16 shots yesterday and didn't flinch... but these little buggers are hurting me today!  I am not happy about it.

Now if you don't like gross pictures you should probably skip the next few...

One on this arm, and one on the other.  I liked my bandaids.



#1 About an inch long



#2.  Another inch.  And #3 is too awkward to see. :)

Today was my pity party day.  Tomorrow will be better.