I went to the dermatologist today. Aside from the OB and the dentist, this is definitely not a doctor I enjoy visiting.
I get to tell him about all of my gross and embarrassing skin issues: nasty moles, cold sores, dry skin, fungus, and so on.
I usually walk out of there feeling like a walking skin disease.
I went in today though, because I want some moles removed that I am not very fond of. As I was showing him the moles I want shaved off, I showed him one on my neck that I have noticed morphing into something that resembles a cross between a giant nasty tick and a smudge of poop on my neck. Not very appealing.
The dermatologist took one look at the mole and said, and I quote, "Oh wow. That is the mother ship of moles if I've ever seen one. That thing is going today, right now."
And 15 minutes later, after some numbing shots, skin cutting, skin burning, scraping, tugging and stitching, I walked out with this nice thing slapped on my neck, along with some stitches underneath.
My mother ship of a mole is being sent off to a lab that can hopefully identify it.