i had to get tissue excised this past thursday – i had a dysplastic mole – meaning bad in short.
i kept it covered under the waterproof dressing until this morning and saw it for the first time – my 7 stitches. the violence to my flesh.
a necessary violence perhaps.
I had to get stitches this morning – 7. well, something like that. deep ones and top-layer ones. i don’t know how many of each.
in the past couple weeks i’ve been poked, scraped, cut, etc., etc.
A cervical biopsy one day because of a consistently recurring dysplasia (an abnormal development or growth), acupuncture the next day (where i had 12 needles: one in each ear, one in my forehead, one in each foot, one in each forearm, one in each shin, and three on my belly), blood labs drawn the next day (my usual bimonthly labs, but this time i was also being screened for diabetes), and then a mole removed.
This mole came back dyplastic as well, so this morning i had more tissue removed and stitches put in. mind you, this week i have been participating in the brutally exhausting Stone Summer Theory Institute at the Art Institute of Chicago. let’s just say that conferences are not very accommodating for those with autoimmune disorders. does this mean that i shouldn’t participate fully? or that they should be more accommodating in the first place? who knows. whose problem is this really?
it is also interesting to note that all of these doctors/practitioners know about the other cuts/incisions/invasions, and still participate in that activity. when can we say that there have been enough invasions? i understand that all of these activities are suggested with my best interests in mind and that essentially i make the decision to be cut, but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way.
suggestions don’t always feel like suggestions.