I seem to have acquired a new freckle.

It's a wee freckle, but it has little pointy edges to it. It's near the vein on my arm, you know, where the blood samples come from.

It used to be I wouldn't notice the arrival of a new freckle, as I have rather a lot of them already. But this year, my dermatologist found a "bad" freckle on my back. She asked me about it, but I'm afraid I wasn't much help as it was, well, on my back and I couldn't see it. She cut it off and sent it to the lab.

Isn't it weird to have a doctor who lists my moles and freckles? "I would have noted this if you had had this last time you were in," she said. She went on to describe it and why she thought it was "bad". And her instincts were right; they called me two weeks later and told me about it, but that since she took a big slice out of me, they weren't concerned. Just keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn't return, resurrected from the bad freckle graveyard.

So now I have this new freckle, and two weeks' worth of insurance left. I hate being an adult about my own health! Wah! I don't want to go to the dermatologist!