I didn’t have cancer dreams last night. I guess that’s good.
If you’re wondering about the title of this blog, I’ll tell you. A few weeks ago, I went to have the large freckle on my face checked by a dermatologist. I wondered about the other people coming to see this dermatologist. Who in the waiting room was sitting here out of vanity or necessity?
Rather than send me directly to a surgeon who might be overly zealous, she cut out a small piece herself to send for testing. She put in one tiny stitch.
I had to travel the next day so I got a huge kick out of saying I’d hidden drugs in my face. You know, just like on TV where they hide drugs in animals or in some women’s implants. I had fun thinking about hiding a pound of cocaine in my face and airport security would never know.
Not so funny now I guess.