I couldn’t bear to go to my actual medical provider just to have her say, “Huh. You should try icing your neck,” so I made an appointment to have a mole sliced off my back. At least that way I’d have accomplished something.
The offending mole on my shoulder was non-threatening, but had a way of getting scratched and kinda bugs me. The doc was like, “Hey, let me slice off these five other offenders too.” Okey dokey. It didn’t hurt, but the scabs are sort of itchy now.
And she referred me to a physical therapist. I really hope this involves some kind of massage, and not just, “Stretch your neck 65 times a day.” Because who has time for that?
Kari Neumeyer 