... local sedation. I had a mole removed from my side/tummy today because it was getting darker and a bit flaky. Once upon a time it was a single light brown mole and I quite liked it as 'decoration', but then it became darker and now it has 3 tiny friends surrounding it. Last week the big one also itched a bit (but only one morning until it was scratched) and then I decided that I wanted it looked at. So now it is on it's way to the laboratory and I have two stitches to close the gap.

WARNING: GRAPHICAL - NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Local sedation is really cool. You don't feel a thing of what they're doing, but you can see the little knife cutting through your very own skin. The only thing I felt was a slight pulling sensation because the non-sedated surroundings of the mole were pulled with the mole while the doctor cut loose the underside of the skin. The mole was quite big (4 mm diameter) and so it left quite a gap which you see filling with a bit of blood while you still don't feel anything. Two black stitches were put in (doctor: this looks really good, me: it looks like something a zombie would wear) and a big white bandaid on top of it. No showering for 48 hours (eew... not even after streetdance tomorrow?), no contact sports (no plans for that) and in one week the stitches will be removed. At that time the lab should have found out if it was an evil mole or just a weird one. After that some other doctor wants to look at the little siblings (which are quite dark too) with a special looking glass to determine if something has to be done about those too.

Now, after all that 'excitement' back to work.

I've not been in the mood to write a blogpost for a while, and I still ain't... For a while now I've had the feeling that my life is living me instead of the other way around. It's just so busy with work, sports, Amersical (not only Mondays but 2 Thursdays, some Saturdays too), volunteer work (which is fun to do, but cuts a hole in my 'free' Friday) and nearly every weekend packed to the brim with fun-things-that-start-to-feel-like-an-obligation. Add to that the fact that my work doesn't interest me one bit any more these days and that I am nearly constantly thinking "I need to go do something else, but WHAT?!", which just drains energy.

And again, there's so much stuff that I want to do that I just don't seem to get around to (random order):

• Finish my current puzzle so I can finally start on the one that my grandfather got me (with some effort) for my birthday last year.
• Take in some clothing that I won't be able to wear anymore otherwise. (I've been floating around 70 kilograms now for a while)
• Make a make-up case with the poker-case and a mirror I bought on Kingsday. It needs some stuffing so my make-up won't be able to move around while carrying.
• Give our own cats more attention, perhaps train with them again.
• Make a new version (3rd) 'medieval dress' from a green linen that I have bought a few weeks ago.
• Make a new harem pants from purple linen I bought a few weeks ago.
• Crochet some beautiful (or at least colorful) things with the cotton that I got from my mother in law last Saturday.
• Crochet more snowflakes (got 50 now, need about 70?) for a new belly dance costume (blue/purple/white theme).
• Practice for streetdance. Some parts just don't want to 'get in my system'.
• Make a plushy for Karijn's coming baby
• Probably some more stuff that I'm forgetting at the moment...

Upcoming: tomorrow evening flashmob with a few people from Amersical in the center of Amersfoort, Friday Exit meeting, final rehearsal for Amersical this Saturday, a blissfully empty Sunday (looking forward to it!!), another workweek and in the weekend the Amersical performances, another workweek with Xenophobia meeting and in the weekend visiting my mother on Friday-Saturday and my dad's birthday party on Sunday.

Well, let's get back to work...