Crazy trains and chocolate

A glimpse into the inner-workings of my mind (whether you want it or not)....

The other day I was sitting my office at work and a friend comes in to discuss some students.  At the same time I look down at my forearm...

As she is telling me what could have been very important news, I am now horrified by what I see on my arm.  There, unbeknownst to me, has formed a very large and scary mole.  I mentally run through the A, B, C, D's of skin cancer.  Asymmetrical?  Check.  Border all wiggly? Check. Color uneven?  Check.  Diameter larger than 6 millimeters?  Dunno, but I am sure it is close! 

I interrupt my friend with this terrifying news, "Look at this.  No, I mean LOOK at it! I have to call the doctor RIGHT. NOW."  I even run my finger over it to illustrate the fact that it is raised also. 

She looks at me, looks at my arm, looks back at me, and leaves.  She knows better than to derail the crazy train sometimes.  As I am googling my doctor's number I hit my arm against the desk.  My mole of death fell right off.  It also smeared a little bit...kinda like chocolate...kinda like the Hershey's Dark Chocolate that I had been nibbling on earlier. 

Oh.  Crisis averted.  For now. 

At least I didn't go to the doctor and pay the $20 copay for chocolate.