Ouch, ouch, ouch, Jesus! Went for my annual skin cancer screening. The woman just started freezing spots on my nose. Then she moved to my hands and did some more. Decided she wanted to biopsy a spot on each hand so 3 shots a piece. Then told the assistant she would need the name of the surgeon in my town.
Not worried about those. They were puncture wounds from earlier this spring. The left one probably could have used a stitch or two. And I can't get my hands wet for 24 hours. Pretty much rules out everything I had planned for the day, including peeing?
She moved me up to checks every 6 months. Guess I should slip over to Amazon and order next year's calendar.
I deserve skin cancer. I've had fun in the sun my whole life. Can't tell Sandy about this. She'll worry for me and she has that PTSD going on.
Hoarder house is gone!
Was there anything I left behind I could have used? No, don't think I wanted any of that and if I did, I can buy it.
Easy to let that go.
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