Valet Lost Car!

 Today, the weather was beautiful. We left early, well 10 am is early to me. We both had appointments with our dermatologist. Tommy's face has been red, something entirely foreign to his face since I have know him. She gave him tube of med for Rosacea. I thought she should test. Plus, his face has had huge flakes of dandruff stuck to his face. I have mentioned both these to him in the past and he exploded. But, now he meekly heeds my suggestions to have things checked. As the doctor was close to his face, she looked at his chest and took a biopsy, saying it looked precancerous. 

I had several growths on me from collar bone up, all of which she blasted/froze. One eyebrow has a growth near the outer edge. She took her freezer-blaster in hand and said, "Maybe the brow will grow back."  So, I maybe only have one eyebrow in the future. She blasted about ten areas on head! She really hurt me! My former derm gave the blaster a little pst pst pst. She gives it a long Pssssssssssst while I am in severe pain. 

Nothing hurts Tommy. I want her to hurt him! 

Yesterday, Tommy said in alarm, "What is wrong with your lip?" I was eating a Nathan's teeny hotdog in a blanket. After the first bite, I tried to drink, and a huge, clear blister had risen on my lip. Now, my lip is raw, so it is one more thing I am allergic to consuming.

I accidentally found out from her that wart remover will do the same job. I will certainly not return for torture. She is very nice, and I trust her. 

While there, the valet who parked out car lost it. Everybody was looking for it and apologized to us. It took an hour to find it. He parked it somewhere in the parking deck where it was not supposed to go. 

On the way home we stopped at Publix to buy Cokes b2g2, so a 12-pack carton cost $4.65, better than $9.29 for 12 Cokes. The place was packed at 2 pm. 

Saturday, I bought 6 pair of house shoes. I am trying them on at home. 

Tonight, I finally cooked the pork loin chops. I forgot what seasoning I used, but they were delicious. The sweet potatoes were Beauregard, my favorite variety, slaw was good. Tomorrow night, we will share with neighbor. 

Tonight, I ordered a washable, wool, blanket from Woolroom. I won't be cold this winter! I hope it is good one. Have you ever had a blanket from Woolroom?

If you have anything frozen off, does it hurt you? 

Have valet parking ever lost your car? 

Pain Like I Have Never Felt at Doctor's; Smell of Burning Flesh

 So, what do you do when you have had three hard days, not enough sleep? Well, I suppose you go to the most painful medical procedure in a doctor's office in your whole life! 

There was no smell with my procedures and no pain with Tommy' procedure. 

I even took Tommy with me to his very first visit to this type doctor.  Surprisingly, he had things he wanted done, too. He has kicked against this type doctor, but went willingly and added procedures. 

When they got through with me, I begged them to hurt him, too. But, they did not, giving him multiple shots of pain killer. What!!!

The doctor pretty much laughed at me most of the time. And, I am going back every two weeks-- my choice! I will get this over with once and for all. 

My dermatologist went to another office that is further away. So, I decided to give his associate a try. I went for several skin problems, but they all seem to be a variation of one problems--seborrheic keratoses. I have mentioned this before. 

However, there never seemed to be a solution. It appears there is a solution. However, I thought I was dying. Yes, I am speaking in hyperbole. It seemed real!

He always took the container of liquid nitrogen and shot it pst pst here and pst there onto the spots. No, I wasn't squealing. Well, she took the liquid nitrogen and went psssssssssssssssssttt over and OVER. It hurt so that I was squealing and trying not to do so. The first place she did was under my eye. This is not a cosmetic fix for me. The place hurt, felt tingly like electricity, and I kept accidentally poking it and hurting it with my nails when I tried to wipe my eye. The procedure took my breath away. 

My heart was racing. I wonder what the Holter monitor was reading. 

Then, she moved on the next place but told me not to scream. Tommy said I was not screaming, just squealing a bit.  The next place was under my breasts. That was very painful, and I had to hold my breasts up, not squeal, and remember to breathe! This was at my chest wall. Then, I had some on my breasts! That did not hurt so much, but I had to be careful not to get my fingers in the way. 

Thennnn, she said they were all over my back. He would pst about eight keratoses and say, "next time." Then, they all had to be retreated when I came in next.  She gave a huge section of my back a pssssssssssssssssssst. She will do my back in sections. I mostly grunted for my back. 

Right now, the one under my eye is really hurting! The back itches something fierce. This ordeal wiped me out! Maybe you think I am being melodramatic or a big baby, but it was real. 

I wanted Tommy to go to dermatologist for his horrid dandruff. He has been adamant he was not going, that it was his dandruff, and he was not going. Well, he agreed, and I made the appointment. He had a surprise. He had a growth removed from his back that the men is his family have had on their backs through generations. He swore he would keep that. Sometime, he grew one on his behind, too. So, they burned those off. The smell of burning flesh was horrendous. Neither hurt him. One stung a bit. They did give him several shots for pain in each location. I was given nothing!

Then, we had a BK, Jr. and went to look at cars. We found a Hallmark car place, talked to a salesman who went to get himself a golf cart, then Tommy decided we needed to go in order to miss rush hour. I need to call and apologize on Thursday. 

We came closer to home and saw another car dealer, drove through and came home.  We were both very tired, and it was almost five pm.

Thankfully, we had hotdogs and chili without beans, so no cooking. I had one bun, two hotdogs, chili sauce, and shredded cheese on top along with tomato and slaw. Tomorrow, I will probably have slaw on my dog and freeze the rest of the chili sauce. Tommy had two hotdogs and buns, salad, and some other vegetables. 

Last night, Tommy forgot the muscadine in the car. I think I will make a smidgen of jelly, not very sweet jelly, more like syrup. I love eating muscadines, but these seemed tough and bitter. So, they were not fun to eat. Tommy said he might have one. Maybe I should have bought scuppernong. 

Have you ever had liquid nitrogen applied to anything. Did it hurt like the devil? Did you get a spritz or two or a long psssssssssssssst?

Did it hurt? 

Did the place come back? 

What was it?

Did you have anything burned off and smelled flesh?

Drawing Blood

At the dermatologist Tuesday  I complained about a little bump on my chest up near my collar bone. Something bit me there, I think, about four years ago. I kept scratching it and got it all inflamed. He sliced it off. "Sliced" was his word. The nurse gave me a shot to deaden the area. I never even felt the needle go in.

There was lots of red stuff. He took off quite a chunk.

Instructions were to use Vaseline or Polysporin so it would not dry out and cause scarring. I never knew keeping something from drying out would prevent scarring. Did you?

Then, on Wednesday, the allergist took a blood sample to see if I am allergic to soy. I definitely have a reaction to soy.

A nurse came in with the largest bore needle I have seen in a long time. I was alarmed but said nothing. She felt around on the crook of my elbow and finally put the needle at the skin where she chose. Not only did the needle bore alarm me, the size of the barrel thing behind the needle was strange. Then, the needle plunged into my arm at least an inch. The speed alarmed me as it went in.  I really think the thing was cocked.

I was disappointed the barrel did not fill with blood. She was taping up my arm. So, I asked her where she was going to try next. In surprise, she said she had it. I was confused and asked her to show me. THEN, I could see the blood. It was smaller than the thing/barrel that was attached to the needle.

Amazingly, there is absolutely no evidence I had blood drawn. She was good, and I made sure I told her so, effusively!

Is there something that plunges the needle in the skin without the nurse having to push it in?