She's Lump, She's In My Head

I have an owie lump on my head right about where you put your hands to do sit ups. My Dr. says that it's a cyst, and I need to see another doctor to confirm that it's not my brain poking out of a hole in my head, or my unborn twin. Either way, they have to cut open my head to fix it. I am nervous about this, as I don't like needles, and since it's not a big lump, they'll probably just shave off a patch of hair, give me a local anesthetic and slice away. Or they'll aspirate it, which is another needle. In. My. Head. With all the panicky thoughts roiling around in there I'm most concerned with how I can get a hair appointment in beforehand. I know I won't be able to get hair dye on the big divot stitches.

I can hear GMiller in my mind telling me to stop psyching myself out and wait for the next Dr.s opinion. He's right. But I can't help thinking about it. So until then, I remain, like Chewbacca's son: Lumpy. (pictured at right)