Ugh.

I went for my yearly physical yesterday. I used to dread them. Now they are more of a nuisance then anything. After having a child, nothing is as bad as it once was when it comes to gettin’ neked for a doctor; after shitting yourself, legs spread eagle for the world to see…really, what could be worse? For the record, I don’t think I shit myself, I know my dear husband would have said something. There’s no way he could keep that to himself and not embarass the shit out of me. (No pun intended, hahaha)

Everything checked out. I’m normal. I like hearing that from a doctor, it makes the voices in my head shut up, even if it’s only for a short time.
Except for a mole that I have on my back. She says that it “doesn’t look right”. Not something I particularly like hearing from a doctor. So she asked me to schedule a removal for when they can fit me into the schedule. That’s scheduled for the end of the month.
I have never had any surgery or cutting on my body, only wisdom teeth extracted. I don’t really know what to expect or how to react. So that makes me a little scared shitless worried. It’s not gonna be that bad…I can hear you now.

I spoke to her about my raging, bitchy, savage, inhumane, horrible mood swings. She said the only thing is to put me on anti depressants and they have to used all the time, not just during the bad week(s). We can look into it, but it’s not something to take lightly. I will have to decide if we (my husband and I, not the voices) can live with the mood swings or if I should consider the medication. The thought of anti depressants makes me think I am depressed and I hate that word.