Tiny scream

Well its done....after years of torment, nights of self conscience embarrasment, the pain ..the anguish..i finally got rid of the mole on my back. It was big....and it stuck out far enought to be a problem...........named my "space raisen" by some...the "source of my power" for others, i finally had enough, and made an appointment to see a dermatologist. After seeing a nurse...the girl she was training, the doctors assistant i finally saw the doctor.....or should i say Doogie Howser MD.
He looked at it and said .."yep we can take care of that".....thank god..i mean ......thats right you better bitch .
So the first nurse and her trainie came back in to numb me up....which i have no problem with ..needles are cool with me i can take the pain, yes im ok, i dont need to lie down. So the doctor enters with his assistant so now theres a "PARTY IN THE HOUSE!!!!" So now im in the room...the nurse..her trainie..the doctor...his assistant.....im kinda glad my mole is getting paris hilton like treatment.
So the doctor and his asst. proceed to ..gulp...saw it off with this tiny sterile..well... hack saw. Nope im fine, i dont need to lie down thanks just do something , chew this parasite off me already sheesh. When it was over they plopped it into a little cuppy thing to go on vacation to see if it was cancerous or whatever...they slapped some liquid on it to stop the bleeding, bandaged me up , and sent me on my way...as i walked away from the office i could have sworn there was a moment when they were sawing that i heard an almost inaudible tiny scream.