It's always Something!

 Seems like I've been living in Doctor's offices this past couple of weeks.  First there's the follow up visit to the surgeon to take a look at my hands after the Carpal Tunnel surgeries.  He's very happy with the results and, apart from the occasional need to massage the site(s), so am I.  

I also had a visit with my cardiologist.  I found out I needed to do that when my prescription for my (very important) blood thinner couldn't be refilled because I hadn't seen him in over a year.  We had met virtually during the wu-flu festivities a year ago, last spring.  He had ended the call by saying he'd get his helpers to give me a call and schedule.  Apparently, we both forgot.  In any case, the prescription has been renewed, the EKG is good, blood pressure....well, it is what it is.

I also had my normal every 4 month visit with my regular doctor.  Weight's down quite a bit, Heart and Lungs clear, shots are up to speed.  Did I get the vax? Yes, doctor I did. Only because Mrs J asked me to.  Did I have any concerns?  Well, Doc would you take a look at this thing on my head? It's driving me crazy.

He gets out his magnifying glasses and "hmm's" a couple of times with an "uh-oh" or two thrown in for an enhanced dramatic effect, then says "I think you need to see a dermatologist, since it has grown and changed color since your last visit."

That afternoon, I get a call from the dermatologist's office, saying the Doctor would like to see me first thing Monday morning.  This was Friday.  Monday arrives and I'm ushered into the room,  Dr Derm asks what's the issue, I point to my forehead and explain that I've had it a while, but it's been growing and changed colors.

"Hmmm, let me take a look."

He gets out his magnifying glasses, looks at it for a couple of minutes then says "we're going to have to take it off."  

I say,   "When?" and "Why?"

"Right now"

"It might be a squamous cell carcinoma, and we'll need to do a biopsy."

I'll confess, I used a bad word after the "Ahh" in my next statement.

So, a few minutes later, I've got a bandaid on my head and the little beastie is gone.  The next day I get a call and caller ID says it's Dr Derm.  I think to myself if it's the doctor himself, or they want to schedule an appointment, it's not good news.  

I answer, and it's the lady at the front desk.  She says the sample came back.  It's just a wart.

I've been thanking frogs ever since.

Once the scab clears, shouldn't even be much of a scar.