Another Doctor Visit

Yesterday morning I went to have a mole removed from my stomach. I'm a total wimp when it comes to that sort of stuff. Uck. But I went and toughed it out. It was probably the weirdest feeling in the entire world. Not really being able to feel what they're doing to you but knowing that they're doing it. Not pleasant. But things seemed to go fine. I left the doctor's office all stitched up and went to work. Well, at about 12:30 it really started hurting, and so, I decided to peek at it, just to see how it was doing. Well, it wasn't doing so well. Actually, it was bleeding like crazy. They put this plastic shield thing over to keep it from getting wet, so the blood wasn't really going anywhere, but it was sure trying to. Now, my family has had plenty of experience with having moles removed. Who hasn't? So I knew that that much blood, was not normal. I called mom and then the doctor's office. And by this time I was in so much pain that it was hurting to move at all. So, I finally got through to the doctor and he wanted me to come in again so they could check it out. So off to the doctor I went. When I got there he took all the dressings off and looked at it and said that he didn't know why it was bleeding. That it shouldn't be because the incision was completely closed. But even as he was looking at it, there was still blood seeping through the incision. And it hurt. Burned actually. So he numbed it again, which hurt like hell, stick a needle into a place that is already on fire and it doesn't feel too great. But he numbed it again, added some more stitched to hold it together better and taped it up, put the plastic shield over it again and then decided that wasn't enough. So he put gauze over the plastic and wrapped me up with an ace bandage, to "hold me together".
So now, I'm still all wrapped up, and dying because it hurts so bad. Having anything done to your stomach isn't fun. You use your stomach for EVERYTHING!!! I can't laugh, cough, slouch, breathe, lift anything... And I'm running on about two hours of sleep. But, I'm up and at work. Aren't you proud of me?