"My work may be garbage but it's good garbage." Mickey Spillane
In addition to everything else, I may have skin cancer. I got way too much sunshine while living in Southern California. My skin is too fair to tan, so I got sunburned a lot. My doctor is in the process of making the appointments to have a specialist remove the moles from my face that have turned strange and examine them.
On a more up beat angle, I’m also going to be getting a fresh run of physical therapy for my leg.
They increased my meds and my feet stopped singing again. It had become intermittant, but now it should stop entirely.
When I see the doctor again on the 31st of this month, they are going to make appointments for me to get my ears and hearing re-checked and possibly be able to do something for them.
As usual, I have kept putting all of this off and it piled up on me. Sovay and Natalie kept nagging me until I surrendered and agreed to make a list of my complaints and take them to the doctor. I changed doctors, but am still going to the same clinic. My new doctor is very together and was far more thorough than the previous ones.
And yet, I was not made to feel like a bug under glass or a germ on microscope’s slide.