Ugh.

I just got home from the doctor because I had a little spot on my collarbone that wouldn't heal. He made the face. You know, the "yeah, sorry, not so good" face, which is the face they make when it's definitely not good news but it's mostly going to be a pain in the, well, literally a pain in the neck, I guess. (I totally didn't even plan that. Heh.)

He said it's almost certainly basal cell carcinoma, and the choices were for him to give me a referral to see the dermatologist, which takes 3-4 months, or for him to biopsy it right then and there, in which case they'll get me in to remove it next week. Kind of a no-brainer. He did hesitate over the bandaids before passing over the plain ones in favor of a bright pink one. So, a tiny win.

Also, still not divorced, and have a meeting with my attorney next week. I keep thinking I am not sure how much more I can handle, and then I just keep not melting into a puddle of goo. So there's that, I guess.