I have spent quite a lot of this weekend standing in the light of the window twisting my head towards the back of my knee and my knee towards the back of my head, trying to work out whether or not that mole is new, whether it has grown since I first noticed it two weeks ago and whether said mole it is itchy because it’s got a bite coincidentally and randomly next to it and, in so doing, comparing said possible bite to another left on the front of that thigh and another on the back of the other. (Another being bite and other being thigh).
I am trying not to spend too much time on the internet googling around for images which will freak me out. I’m sure you can guess how successful this latter (in)activity has been.
Good grief, woman, ARE YOU ME? I have that mole. I have others, which I have been so obsessed with I have actually been to the doctors.
If you think about them, they itch. Also, if you start wearing a coat with a scratchy label, and do not realise how the itchy/ scratchy timelines coincide, that can do your head in a bit.