Doctor Who the Hell

"If,"  says the dermatologist, glancing through my file, "your previous doctor thought the lesion was not malignant, why did he biopsy it? Was he looking for early retirement?"   My answer, if it could be called that, was that while my previous  doctor hadn't thought it malignant, he might have suspected it was.  But the comments persisted, "We usually don't biopsy unless we THINK  there is a reason."   I let him have the last word.  After all, I don't know (or really care) what  my previous doctor's agenda might have been, but he did retire, though how early it may have been I couldn't say.  On to the procedure---my second cryosurgery.  As before, some years ago, my head explodes with blinding pain.   The doctor tells me that the pain will be gone "by the time I walk to my car."  I think this is another way of saying, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."  (I should have become a doctor; I hate people enough by now.)