I don't have cancer

Ok, how crappy is my year going that learning I don't have cancer is actually a surprise?

Let me explain.

I have pale skin and several dark moles.  A couple of years ago, I went to get a torso check with the dermatologist and they removed one of my moles right then and there.  All tests came back benign, no problem.

So last week, I notice that my major mole, right in the middle of my stomach, it's oh so sexy, had scabbed over.  And I scratched it a little bit and it bled.

Oh crap.  That can't be good.

So I make an appointment to have my moles checked again and kind of resign myself to the fact that I'm probably going to have a brand new medical catastrophe thrown at me.

But no, nothing to be worried about.  She said that sometimes moles do that and she doesn't see anything to be concerned about.  Asked me about my bathing habits, how much soap do I use, stuff like that and compliments me that I'm doing everything exactly right and I have really beautiful skin.

Awesome!

Except for this damned rash I have on my forehead and around my hairline.  Basically dry patches that I kind of flake off with my nails every day so depending on where I am in the process, every day it's either flaky or red and inflamed.

Turns out I basically have dandruff on my face.  Again, oh so sexy.  And a touch of rosacea.  She gives me a mild antibiotic to clear up one of those issues and tells me to shampoo my hair and face (yes, shampoo my face) every day alternating between a formula with zinc (Head and shoulders) and that selenium acid stuff (Selson Blue).

So yay!  We're finally gonna clear this up!  But boo, if I shampoo my overly thick hair every single day, that means I'm walking around with wet hair for several hours every day.  Or spending a solid half hour with a hair dryer.  Washing my hair is a major time commitment unfortunately.  But I'll do it.  I'm really sick of this crap on my face and this should clear up my itchy scalp too.

She also froze off this perpetual mini scab I have on my cheek.  We're hoping it will heal flat finally.  So I have one of those little spot bandaids on my face at the moment to prevent me from picking at it.

And that's my exciting life.  Aren't you glad you popped by to read about it?  I'll try to do something interesting at some point, I promise.