I didn’t do much of anything today because I had to go to the dermatologist and have a biopsy done on a spot on the crown of my head. I’m pretty brave when it comes to doctor’s sticking me with needles and scalpels, but honestly, I worry about the results. I won’t get those for over a week, so it gives me plenty of time to consider the worst possible outcome. Yep, that’s me, the fretter. I can fret with the best of them and today is a big day on the fret meter. Yikes.
I always love how people say they are stress eaters. We left the doctor’s office, went right to a fast food place and got a mini pizza and a huge Mountain Dew, then onto the grocery store where we bought a bunch of cinnamon bites (fresh from the bakery), a couple of donuts for on the way home, and then consumed a donut like we’d never eaten. I know you are probably thinking, geez, did you unhinge your jaw and just inhale the food. Almost. Rich and I shared the personal pizza (so that’s only 1/4th of what I could have consumed), then shared the donut…So really, I hardly ate anything. I was so full from all the sugar and carbs, that I didn’t eat until popcorn and another piece of pizza while watching a movie. Ok, so maybe I am the world’s biggest stress eater. I never really thought about it before. And, here’s the worst part. I’ve made Rich a stress eater too.