Are we there yet?

For over a week I’ve been asking are we there yet? Are we through this nose thing? We’ve not there, but we are close.

Surgery and the foreign body stitches poked the sleeping MS giant in me. All in all, it was a fairly miserable time that is finally passing. I’ve been cleared for the pool, and tonight seems like the perfect evening to rejoin my watery friend.

The graft looks good, better than I expected at this stage. In fact, I don’t think anyone noticed it when we went out for lunch today. Of course, why would they? They were too busy looking at my chair! See, there’s a bright side to everything!

The moral of the story… Don’t miss the giraffe up above by gawking at the elephant below.

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Don’t Fry Day gets real

There should have been a lot more going on here, but a “minor setback” happened. To be a little more specific without burdening you with too much information, I had a small basal cell skin cancer removed this week. While it was small, it was placed just wrong. I expected to feel better after surgery than what I feel now. 

Very conveniently, Don’t Fry Friday came along. Bingo! “Use sunscreen,” the messages pound into our brains. What if sunscreen weren’t invented? What if kids actually played outside after school and all summer long? I know, it sounds strange, but an a place far, far away and long, long ago this really did happen. We wore baseball hats and put a lotion called Sea and Ski on our faces. I remember the plastic bottle with a drawing of a person skiing and a blazing sun over a beach. ‘Twas the best we had. 

I visit the dermatologist more often than I visit the dentist. I can’t say for sure, but I think the dermatology visits are preferable to the dental visits. Maybe not. But to a fair skinned, blue eyed, reddish blonde, the visits are important, and I don’t put them off. Dark skin, you say? Ha! You are subject, as well. 

The popping of wheelies will resume as soon as the stitches are out. For now, I’m feeling a bit loopy. 

Our First Day

I’m George. As you might have guessed from the title, I can pop a wheelie. To do that requires a wheelchair. I’ve been doing that for…okay, for a long time. I’ve been married to my best friend even longer. People have asked me to share my story and my life, and maybe you will find it interesting or maybe even helpful to you.

To learn a bit more, go up to the top and click on About. 🙂

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