We went to the gym this morning, which was jamming, so I enjoyed boxing.
Came home, and the phone rang. It was our doctor’s office, asking to change our appointments. I asked if it was for our blood work tomorrow, and she said, ‘No, for the visit next Monday. I try to only have 2 appointments a week, so had planned our weeks that way. She changed it to Friday, of this week, so with today’s dermatologist this afternoon, that is 3 for each of us. Obvious I had to agree.
At the dermatologist this afternoon, I expected hubby to have skin cancers as he rarely uses sunscreen. I, on the other hand, use it whenever in the sun. I was the one to have the smallest amount of raised skin over my left lip. So the needles went in, it was scraped, and then frozen. With my anxiety, I was shaking inside, but not showing it outwardly. Now I have to wait 2 weeks to see the outcome. The last time I had one on my forehead, a surgeon had to remove it, and that surgery really got to me.
As you can see from the photo, we are staying in tonight. I can’t go dancing looking like that. Plus the band aid won’t stay on. It’s the same side as my sore gums, with my dentures, so it was soup, with a homemade flaky roll in it. Every time I moved my mouth it slipped down. I am supposed to keep it on until tomorrow, but talking, and drinking, is difficult too.
So that is why my day didn’t go as planned.