This old lady is going to the dermatologist today. I have a place on my leg that is ugly and getting uglier. It's scaring me to death. And when something is physically going on with me I get anxious. Today the anxiety level is busting the glass on the meter so I'm glad I'm going to get this checked out.
It's times like these that make me realize just how crazy I am. Like...I have a crazy worm inside my head and it's always there, just lurking and ready to burst forth like some cheap damn horror movie and all the locals are running terrified, screaming their heads off as the giant sand worm arises from the ground to catch and eat them all.
Or something like that.
But before my appointment, I'm going with Lily and the boys to the Costco which you know I love more than almost anything so there is that.
I keep thinking about how at the beach one evening when I went into the water and after I got out, May told me that she'd had a plan if a shark had attacked me. She was going to run in the water and beat it in the nose with her fists.
This is somehow comforting, even now.
I'll let you know how it goes.