After the pa-kua, I went to my dermatologist. I do this every six months or so, so he can check on my weird skin sensitivity that's been getting better and better. I reacted a little to being scratched, but I haven't taken my meds in a couple of days, so that's fine.
He also checked my mole crop, and none looked ready to be harvested, so I have no extra holes in my skin. And I asked him about my reddish, blotchy cheeks, which my husband believed to be a remnant of when I had chicken pox, eight or so years ago.
Nope. I have a little rosecea. So, now I have antibiotic cream in my medical arsenal. And it'll take a month to make any difference. Okay, fine. I'll live. More than that - it's far better than having a mole to worry about.
And I don't have to go back until September.