Following up on yesterday's post...
(For those of you looking at the length of this post and won't read it. I had a lot of B9's, no A7's or C10's and although I'm not sure what B9's are everyone seemed pretty happy. She (the doctor) did a lot of freeze / burning. But could not do anything about my general ugliness.)
I was at the mobil dermatologist's trailer early for my appointment. But it didn't matter because they were running late. The lady who checks people in is also the truck driver. She said someone must need a biopsy and that makes them run late.
The truck / trailer is huge (I showed a picture yesterday). I commented on how clean it was and the truck driver check in lady said it was her job to keep it clean. It had a "3" stenciled discreetly on its side so I asked how many of these they had. Nine. Nine! These nine travel this part of the state of Florida.
In Indiana we have a nice round number of these dermatologist trailers that travel our part of the state... 0.
In this park there were enough folks to fill their day, and then some, I suspect, by looking at the line - with appointments - waiting.
I had to put on one of those paper medical gowns. While I was waiting for the nurse I saw the graphical sign with instructions on how to put on the thing. I think maybe the main thing people got wrong was where the big opening was supposed to go. As you know the opening is a big slit from top to bottom. There is no good place for it to go. Either you are exposed in the front or you are exposed in the back. Both choices are bad. But unless you have three arms where your two arms go was pretty self-explanatory.
But regardless of the sign the nurse who looks like a teenager told me that the slit goes IN THE BACK.
The doctor was a female lady with a black medical coat and a string of large white pearls. She was older and short in stature. She was no-nonsense and a nice lady. Her assistant was very young. She was competent and nice, and looked like she should be in Junior High School, but obviously was not.
The doctor asked me why I was there, and if there were any areas of concern. After we covered that subject, she started examining me with a light / magnifying glass that fit neatly in the palm of her hand.
As she examined me she finished one arm and then started on the other but stopped and said... did I do this arm already? In my mind I was fighting evil invaders who looked like Darth Vader, so I had to tell her that I wasn't sure. So she examined that arm anyway. I think she examined old people all day, probably two or three in an hour and she lost track of all the arms and legs she sees / had seen.
They found lots of ugly places on me. However they can't treat general uglinesses. Which in my case is very unfortunate.
They can treat the little spots you have here and there. She had names for all of them, not like Steve and Albert, but big long names that make no sense but you have to memorize them in order to join the doctor's fraternity.
One of the places she said she would take a biopsy of (yes I ended a sentence with a preposition). But as she went she argued with herself. Should "we" leave this one alone... "does it bother you"? Everything was a B9. No C10's or A7's just a lot of B9's. Except the place on my nose.
The place she was going to biopsy is on my nose. And there were other places she wanted to freeze / burn. She got her little tank to freeze burn things, and she went to town. I guess some people react to this and I didn't. So she became quite exuberant in her freeze / burning. And so she said let's just freeze burn the place on your nose. That would be how it would be treated, so let's just get it over with.
But... this might leave a scar.
With all the other scars and problem with my face I told her... go ahead. No on will notice amid the other chaos going on there.
When she was finished she said, "Anything else?".
So I rubbed my bulbus stomach and ask if she could freeze / burn some of it off.
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