moley, mole.

So this is a story I would have shared on my blog back in the day when only my family read this thing. There are times I have a story to tell that I don't because now lots of other people read my blog! But I figured, why restrain myself? If I would have done it back then, why not now? So here we go. Just brace yourself, it might gross you out... just remember I warned you.
 

The other night I was sleeping (very comfortably mind you) when my side started itching. No big deal, people get itches all the time. I reach over to my side to scratch and all of a sudden I feel the sharpest pain. It woke me up but not enough to make me check it out or anything, so since I was half awake as it was, I just turned over and went back to bed.

Then I woke up again because my side was burning. Not a normal sensation to be having, so now I was curious. I went to touch where it hurt and I felt... wetness. "What the heck?" 

I turn my bed side table light on and see that my hand is covered in blood. Okay, now I am saying "WHAT THE HECK?!"

I get up, turn the bathroom light on and look in the mirror. To my horror (and that is about the best word I could think of to describe it) my mole, that is normally on the right side of my torso, was dangling... dangling!!!

I almost didn't see it because there was so much blood. I had no idea what to do... I mean, I couldn't rip it off, my mole? So unnatural! But then I was thinking about how I obviously had scratched my own mole right off my body so what was the difference. I was pretty confused, and still pretty sleepy, and so I cleaned up the blood and just starred at it for awhile.

Trevor was no help at all, he barley even looked up to ask what was wrong... so because I was out of ideas I decided the most logical thing to do was to put it back in its proper place... right?

So I literally took my mole in my fingers (gross!) and put it right in place over the perfect circle (looked like someone had stabbed me with a pencil) gash, put a band aid on it and went back to bed.

I couldn't get myself to take the band aid of for days. I don't know what I was thinking, that maybe it would somehow magically grow back together with the skin or something? I didn't want to see what was underneath that band aid at all. Finally at the end of the week I decided to be brave and look at it.

I pulled the band aid off and it was just a scab - YES! - I thought to myself, extra crisis adverted. Then within a matter of minutes the scab (aka dead mole) dangled right off... cue the massive amounts of blood again. I had to relive the whole traumatic scene all over again, but even worse because I had to suck it up and officially cut my own mole off myself.

Now maybe scratching your mole of your body with your own bare hands isn't that traumatic, but for me it certainly was. Don't ask me why, but just thinking about it makes me get goosebumps, blah.

So I learned a lot this past week...

1. People do weird things in their sleep.

2. Moles bleed a ridiculous amount of blood.

3. Don't try and put your mole back in place and think it will magically go back to normal.

Oh and did I mention I actually really liked that mole.

 It was perfectly placed and dainty, and now it is gone :(

 

 

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