There you go. this is a miracle in more ways than one. First, I took this picture myself and it is clear and you can see it and actually count the stitches. Second miracle is that as soon as the dermatologist seen it she wanted to do a biopsy. No waiting for her. And I let her which is the third miracle. I do not like anyone cutting on me and telling me to hold still. And the third miracle was when I came back to get the stitches out from the first one, I let her do it again! This is the second one. This should be the last one.
Now I have shared many aspects of my life with you from the fight with the boyfriend to his passing last month so I do not feel one bit reticent to share this little deal with you. My dermatologist is Sharon Kessler here in Pueblo and she is a dream come true. And just look at that wound there. It is about an inch long and I am willing to bet that when the stitches come out it will be almost invisible. I love that woman. And she did it right there in her office in just a matter of minutes. Now comes the sermon.
I grew up in the age of sunshine was good for you. Running behind the sprayer when they sprayed the mosquitoes on a hot evening in Nickerson was fun because it cooled us and we slept better after our little mini shower. We had an asbestos mat under our stove and on our table. The AMA ran ads in thier publications that said "Throat hot? Smoke Kools." We smoked in the car and the kids didn't know they were at risk. We sprayed the crops with ddt and then canned the fruits of our labors. Ah, the good old days.
So now we are old and we see the dermatologist once every 6 months to a year to get things burned off of us. We go to the eye doctor to have the cataract removed. We hack and cough and try to rid our lungs of the asbestos and coal dust and God only knows what else is lurking in our bodies. We take cholesterol lowering pills trying to get our arteries clear from all the artifical crap that is clogging us up. We are obese because our bodies can not digest the stuff that is in the food now days that is supposed to make us healthy.
So what is the solution? Damn! I was hoping you could tell me. The first 60 years of my life I spent marching uphill, raising kids, buying a house, raising grandkids, and now I am in the golden years and I am still marching uphill, raising kids, trying to keep the house, paying astronomical utility bills and wondering just when I will reach the top. Problem is when I do reach the top, the other side is downhill and everyone knows, when you are over the hill you pick up speed. Now where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah. You should be wearing sunscreen any time you are out in the sun. And there is something about SPF or something like that. Damn, I did so want to make this some sort of public service announcement, but I forgot how that was going to work. And they say your hearing is the first thing to go! Anyway, wear the sunscreen and for crying out loud stay away from the mosquito sprayer on a hot night. Oh, and buy my book!
