When I had my annual checkup, the Doc suggested that I go to a dermatologist to have my bumps and protrusions and various (ahem) blemishes looked at. So I did today.
It appears that I'm entirely non-malignant. This will no doubt come as a surprise to some.
Even better, the Doc was a no nonsense, tell it like it is sort. I was out in 10 minutes, along with a "come back in 2 or 3 years" sort of message. I wonder if there were more of these sorts that the cost of health care would be lower.
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Love me some dermatologist. Mine saved my life. No shit. People often make fun of Dermatology as a medical profession. Not me. Not ever.
Congrats on the clean bill - that's a very, VERY good thing.
Goober, you seem to be around my age. I remember you talking about this, and it was one of the reasons I went. Glad you're still with us - this blog wouldn't be the same without your comments.
Rev. Paul, thanks. All I could think of was Nancy Astor's remark when she heard that a doctor had removed a benign tumor from Winston Churchill. She was said that they're removed the only non-malignant part of him. Made me chuckle, but *after* the clean bill of health.
I'm 33. I assumed you were in your late 40s based on the age of your younguns.
Isn't it more accurate to say that your skin is "entirely non-malignant"? ;-)
Lawrence, heh.
Goober, in my fifties, actually. But like Doc Holiday said in Tombstone, I'm in my prime.
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