I went to the Dermatologist to see about getting an irritating Mole (it's right where my glasses sit behind my ear) removed. I thought this would be a "hmm, yes, let's remove it, please go to the front and make an appointment for that" appointment.  The dermatologist was like, "I'm pretty sure it's benign. So would you like me to remove it now or immediately?"  Yikes! I hadn't been prepared to lose my mole today, but I also didn't want to take any more time off, so I opted for whatever his professional opinion was. He chose "now."

I laid down and he gave me a little numbing injection and then it felt like light sawing. Sorry if that's gross, but I'm pretty sure it was like a miniature saw.  Saw saw saw saw saw.  Then he was done and apparently cauterized it or something. I felt something hot and it sounded like bees (bzz bzz bzz).  I guess I didn't check to see if he was closing the wounds with bees or anything, but I feel safe in assuming it wasn't bees. I sat up and he gave me some care instructions.  He also casually mentioned, "So here is your mole" and indicated to the tray.  And I was like:

because who wants to see their mole laying around on a tray?  Eww, right?!