Tuesday, January 23, 2018
When Life Adjusts the Schedule.
Yesterday morning I went to the dermatologist so he could carve off what is probably a skin cancer and zing other portions of my head with blasts of dry ice. I now have a round bandage in the center of my forehead and am glad no workshops are scheduled for this week.
But at least it wasn't a pirate bandage.*
Then I went home where, feeling cocky because of major progress with a bad back, I boldly bent over to pick up something, only to be quickly reminded that the back has a schedule of its own.
The rest of the day was spent doing Herman Munster imitations.
Minor salves are now abandoned. It is time for the Sloan's Liniment; a.k.a. The Nuclear Option.
*On second thought, that would have been amusing.
Posted by Michael Wade at 6:06 AM