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.