No moles

I have had two moles cut from my body now and while I likely won't catch up with Lindy on this, I must say that it's not that fun. The first was from my leg and wasn't so bad. Today's was from my back. It didn't hurt, but for some reason I couldn't get the picture of what was happening out of my head. I kept picturing the scalpel cutting into me and the hole it must be leaving behind. I'd feel pressure and know they were trying control the bleeding. I hadn't had much to eat either so I got a little light headed and woozy. Luckily they were almost done, so I got a few crackers and a drink and they finished up. The problem is is that I have two more that they want to take off my back. They're just a little dark, but I guess I'll just eat a ton of food beforehand and maybe see if they won't let me listen to my iPod to take my mind off it. But for now, I have six or seven stitches in my lower back that itch and tug when I move around. They don't hurt, but it makes me paranoid to feel the tug and wonder if they're going to split open and bleed and need to be sewn up again. Goddamn I'm a pussy.