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I Am In Agony!!

Posted September 6, 2007
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I spoke to the doctors office today about my moles that were biopsied 2 weeks ago.  The results came back and it does not look good.  Unfortunately, you all will have to continue to put up with me.  There was nothing wrong with them.  They were “normal” moles. 

I was not really concerned about them.  I knew they would return fine.  My wife on the other hand was concerned about them, which is why I went in the first place.  Now that I have told her the results she can be at rest with the fact that I am OK. 

I have now on my back 2 dried up and scabby scabs on my back.  I’ve mentioned once before that I am a scab picker.  What is really getting to me is that I have these two great scabs that I can hardly reach to pick.  I can feel them.  I can tell that they are ripe and ready and perfect for picking.  They are itching me something fierce.  I am resorting to rubbing my back up against chairs and corners of the wall. I JUST CAN’T REACH THE DAMN THINGS!!!!!  It is driving me crazy.  I can’t get my arms to bend around that way to get to them.  This is so frustrating. 

All I want is to pick some scabs. 

I’m A Scab Picker – I’ll Admit It

Posted July 13, 2007
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I injured myself a few weeks back while at a baseball game with the family and while I am feeling much better I still have one big giant scab on my knee that just will not go away.  I is probably because of the fact that I have this terrible habit of constantly picking at it.  I think that if it was not summer I would probably leave it alone.  In cooler weather I would be wearing pants instead of shorts, therefore the scab on the legs would not me easily accessable.  But every day I’ll be sitting at home in-front of the TV and without even realizing it I will find myself picking at my knee.  I don’t know why I pick, I just do.  Sometimes it hurts.  Sometimes it bleeds.  But I will, once I start, keep picking until it is completely off, only to start all over again the next day.  Overall in the grand scheme of things, picking scabs is not as bad of a habit as, say, serial killings, wife beating, or nose picking.  It’s just one of those weird little compulsions I have.

I seem to be writing a lot about my quirky little compulsions lately.  It is almost like I have a compulsion about compulsions. 

I better quit while I am ahead before I lose my 3 loyal readers.