Saturday, June 30, 2012

In Which I Am A Walking Public Service Announcement

I'm thinking I should go walk along the beach (with my SPF 50 and a broad-rimmed hat, of course) carrying a flashing neon arrow pointing to my face and a sign that screams,
"Sunscreen, people! 
Put it on liberally, put it on often.

The irony is that I've never been one to lay out.  I spent most of the summers of my youth in the basement because it was too hot to be outside. And since we have lived here I have embraced the sunscreen mentality. 

So where did that nasty patch of cells-gone-wild come from?  Unimportant.  The only important thing now is to get back to the dermatolgist for a complete skin examination and make sure the removed stuff doesn't have any cousins still lurking somewhere.

The surgery went pretty well.  What looked like the size of one, maybe two little sesame seeds was actually closer to a  fat almond, so when Paul came in before the doctor got there to close and saw the open wound he was a little unnerved.  The doc had to make a second incision to get a smooth close, so 27 stitches later I have a decent-sized X around the edge of my nostril, trailing down to the edge of my lip.  Too bad I didn't do this in October.  I would have finally had a fantastic Halloween costume.

(Sorry I'm not brave enough to post a picture, although this would be the one time I have a great excuse to take a bad photo. However, if I hear about any of you going out without your sunscreen, I may be forced to post, a la Scared Straight or Red Asphalt.)

1 comment:

  1. Ah, you have joined the ranks! My 1-1/2" backwards "question mark" scar is hardly noticeable anymore!! Glad you got it taken care of.