Monday

 Tommy's hair looks okay. I have not felt like fixing the few bobbles. 

When I was in the grocery store on the electric cart, a woman bent over my shoulder and spoke to me. "There is a mark on your back that has a little black spot in the middle. Maybe you can have someone look at it. It might be a tick." She repeated this, urging me to take care of it. I had been to the dermatologist and had some spots blasted off. She was so nice, concerned, and sincere that I just thanked her and assured her that I would have someone look at it. 

Tommy looked and said it was the remnants of the actinic keratosis. It was an unfounded concern, but I didn't want to discourage her from helping others or make her feel foolish. 

The only reason she could see anything on my back was because I wore the Rafaella blouse with a keyhole in the back. I was touched at her concern. 

Tommy cooked a lot of bscb tonight with potatoes. We went out and he came home without stopping for carrots and cabbage. Tomorrow. He did the whole job tonight. I certainly hope he did not fling or splash the raw chicken about. 

I have re-lost most of the weight I gained. So, one more pound and I will be at my lowest again. Tonight, I managed to drag and lift scales to kitchen since it won't work on carpet. I only had on my panties. I could feel them flapping. Tommy happened to come in. He said the elastic on the legs of my panties did not even touch my legs! And, I just ordered a dozen new panties, same size. I am sure the present size is stretched out. But, I have never had baggy panties, even in the back!

I tried for a long time to find a urologist. They are not taking patients or need an interview application. I don't understand. Today, I have had a hard time staying on my feet. Tommy gave me his walker to get to the bathroom today because I was afraid to try to walk. Maybe the ER is where I will go.