It was a simple procedure. The dr goes in, slices out a couple of layers, examines it under a microscope while I wait in the waiting room, and if it's still there, goes in again. And so on. Could take anywhere from 2-8 hours. Seriously?? That long to wait for a girl with anxiety? Not okay.
Luckily for me, I have the bestest boyfriend in the world, and he took the day off to take me to the clinic, and sit with me for a few hours. After the initial cut, the dr only had to go back in once. When I was done, it looked cool!!!
Everyone said it looked like a bullethole. (Seriously, it was awesome, haha) It was a long cut for him to stitch up, to lessen the scar.
Then he had to bandage it up, which I had to keep on for 24hrs before I could change it.
It looked GREAT.
So now I have to get checked every six months to make sure there's nothing else. And lesson learned. No more tanning beds, and ALWAYS use sunscreen!!!!
Because it only took a few hours, Jim went into work for the afternoon, and I went to my brother's house to nap off the anesthetic. THEN, over the course of the next few days, I got a black eye because everything was so close to it.
The healing scar looked pretty cool though.