The God of Health (Valkyre Eir perhaps?) has not been looking after this household. I thought we had sufficient animal sacrifices; the skunk under the deck quickly followed by a lovely dead rat (“Is hamster?”) First it was my eyes – which are much better and thank you for all your good wishes – and now Teddy’s rather dashing blue stitches.
Teddy went for his annual dermatological inspection and our doctor honed in on this tiny wee mole (a millimeter in diameter) on his forehead. Over his adult life he has had dozens of moles removed but all were benign. It went to the lab and within two days the surgeon had removed the basal skin cancer and surrounding tissue. That is the most common type of cancer and the least worrisome of the skin cancers unless you ignore it. European immigrants who move to hot places have to be particularly cautious. If I had a dollar for every time I said, “Have you put sunscreen on and where is your hat?”
His surgeon looked about 14 years old but this is just from our aged perspective… It’s the same with firemen and police. She said, “I am just wondering how to place the stitches to fit in with your forehead lines.” Teddy laughed and responded, “You mean the wrinkles!” The surgeon gasped and said, “We don’t use the W word in here!” They also perform plastic surgery along with dermatological procedures. We were delighted at how quick the procedure was and Teddy can now relax (but wear a bloody hat).
Our neighbor’s father has just died of Covid despite being inoculated and our hospitals are full. I have an appointment with my gastroenterologist tomorrow for a postponed colonoscopy. I wanted to cancel the elective procedure again but he is not scheduling until 2022, so fingers crossed. Our air quality in the Houston area has been bad. Somewhat surprisingly because of Saharan dust and smoke from the western wildfires. It really is a small world; even smaller for me because I have stayed inside to heal my scratched eyes.
Our floral coleus spikes are magnificent (future post), the raccoon kits are getting bigger and we are awaiting Tropical Storm Nicholas. This year we don’t really need the rain so they have reduced Lake Houston and we sit praying to the God of Weather, Freyr. Actually, that’s a lie – we will just be watching the weather channel and Netflix in tandem. My favorite program is Ice Road Truckers when it is hot and humid down here. Our electricity provider has already warned us about the storm and I hope that doesn’t mean they wish to be absolved from potential blackouts.
Hope your God or Gods are keeping you safe and healthy!