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Well, went and got a mole removed today, as my mother is very paranoid about these things. It was strange. A little shot of anesthetic, a blanket over my head so I couldn't see anything, and lots of strange tugging feelings that I'm sure will hurt like hell after the anesthetic wears off.
I really don't like hospitals, or doctors, or dentists, or in fact anyone who pokes and prods at me with metal instruments. I supposed plastic is all right. Glass is right out. It's just.. kind of creepy. I never really thought about it, but the idea that these people just shot some stuff into me and cut off a piece of my body is really quite disturbing. I can kind of see where that more holistic school of medicine that says sometimes "western" medicine is invasive comes from... because sharp metal things! Ouch!
Had more long talks with the boy. I am relentlessly paranoid about everything, something I attribute to my mother's extreme overprotectiveness. So everytime I go to Salon and read the romance advice column, I get freaked out that somehow we will drift apart and break up after 5 years together, or that we will end up hating each other or something. As a result, our conversations go something like:
Me: Are you annoyed?
Boy: Yes, my job sucks
Me: What if we don't talk to each other for years and years and end up living in a sterile marriage?
Boy: What?
Me: I dunno... I read that somewhere.
Boy (very slowly): We are not going to end up in a sterile marriage.
Me: Are you sure?
Boy: Yes
Me: Oh. Ok.
I desperately want to make more icons, but I want to make them of my new Sandman postcards. Which are in a box somewhere in California, and unscanned to boot.
I really don't like hospitals, or doctors, or dentists, or in fact anyone who pokes and prods at me with metal instruments. I supposed plastic is all right. Glass is right out. It's just.. kind of creepy. I never really thought about it, but the idea that these people just shot some stuff into me and cut off a piece of my body is really quite disturbing. I can kind of see where that more holistic school of medicine that says sometimes "western" medicine is invasive comes from... because sharp metal things! Ouch!
Had more long talks with the boy. I am relentlessly paranoid about everything, something I attribute to my mother's extreme overprotectiveness. So everytime I go to Salon and read the romance advice column, I get freaked out that somehow we will drift apart and break up after 5 years together, or that we will end up hating each other or something. As a result, our conversations go something like:
Me: Are you annoyed?
Boy: Yes, my job sucks
Me: What if we don't talk to each other for years and years and end up living in a sterile marriage?
Boy: What?
Me: I dunno... I read that somewhere.
Boy (very slowly): We are not going to end up in a sterile marriage.
Me: Are you sure?
Boy: Yes
Me: Oh. Ok.
I desperately want to make more icons, but I want to make them of my new Sandman postcards. Which are in a box somewhere in California, and unscanned to boot.
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