I had an appt with a dermatologist today to see about the craptastic rash on my hands. Painful blister-like bumps that itch like crazy and hurt when touched. They think it is a form of eczema that comes with stress. Me? Stressed? Who'da thunk it.
While I was there I also took the opportunity to show them my healing face and see what they thought about scarring. It is a cosmetic surgery office too, so I figured they'd have some thoughts on what we can do in the future. And they did. I am not so worried about the color/texture of the scar, just the fact that when I smile or move my cheek, my range of motion is inhibited and the scar puckers/dimples like crazy. Not exactly what I want to see forever. But they said that the dimple will fill in some and when it is all healed up they could even use a plumper like they use in lips and frown lines to fill it in and get rid of the divot. Nice. Probably expensive and not covered by insurance. We will just have to see how it heals and how much it bothers me. Maybe I'll get used to it. Or not.
I also have a suspect mole on my back they want to remove in March. It is not an emergency, the Doc said, but it is the kind you would watch closely, and since I have already had cancer and the mole is in a place I can't monitor he wants to get it off soon. Not while my immune system is still compromised, but in a few months. I am all for that. No skin cancer, please. I have had my fill.
When David gets home we are heading to Dad's place in Santa Anna for a day or so. It is his store Christmas Party tomorrow night and as my Dad has pointed out, it is a fun party that I like to invite myself to. Yup. I invited myself and I am not ashamed of it.
Oh, interesting development in the Kysor family! Malcolm Kysor, serving life in prison with no parole for a drunken murder has escaped from prison and has been on the run since November 25th. He climbed in a trash can and went out with the garbage. This is my father's first cousin; a kid he played with growing up. Dad doesn't think he is dangerous, just an alcoholic who made a terrible mistake and killed someone. I have a relative on America's Most Wanted. Somehow I feel that makes me cool. Maybe not.