There world is trying hard to make me eat a big piece of chocolate cake. As an emotional eater, things are getting harder for me lately. I recently had a mole removed that was a type of skin cancer. I just recently when to have the stitches removed from that little procedure, when they found another mole. That was sliced and sent off for testing. I just received the call that once again it is cancerous. Now I need to see another doctor to have this one removed.
In the meantime, I had a large lump on the top of my foot and went to the doctor to find out what was going on there. She tells me it is a cyst and she can help break it up with a shot of cortisone. What she neglected to tell me that once the needle was in the foot, she would move it all around trying to “break the cyst up” I wish to mention that it hurt. A lot.
At this point the old me would be eating. Chocolate. A lot of chocolate. I haven’t done that yet. I hope I can find other things to do with myself rather than turn to food this weekend. We have family arriving in a few days so hopefully that will keep my busy and I will not head straight for a devil dog. Wish me luck. Lets just hope that I don’t get anymore calls from doctors.