A Rush of Blood to the Head

Like most of the known world, I have been crazy about Coldplay recently. Not only have a been wearing out X&Y, but I have also been crazy about A Rush of Blood to the Head (I think it was the Live 8 performance of In My Place that got me listening to it again).

But speaking of rushes of blood, I went to the dermatologist this morning because I've had a growing tumor on my arm for the last several weeks. Okay, so maybe it's not a tumor and it's more like a wart. Why is it that it is impossible not to constantly pick at something that is protruding from one's skin? It is especially difficult to resist the urge to perform a wartectomy while sitting in rush hour traffic. So this growth/wart/tumor/whatever you want to call it, popped up several weeks ago and has been growing ever since. I became quite concerned and thought it best to seek medical attention before trying to cut the thing off myself. My dermatologist is awesome and possibly one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen before in my life. So, Dr. Beautiful shot something into my arm with a needle. I immediately felt a burning sensation all around the area. Then she took this razor blade, and shaved the thing right off. Blood started rushing from the open wound but I felt no pain. It was awesome. My little tumor is getting sent away for testing and I will be informed of the results in 7-10 days.