Doctor, Doctor

Going to the dermatologist for me is a lot like going to the dentist for the rest of the world. Some people honestly can’t stand those twice yearly dental checkups or any work done in their mouth… for me, going to the “skin doctor” raises the same hesitations. Maybe it all started when I was 12 or 13 years old. I went to see someone about acne and left after they had placed shots in my face, into the actual pimple-zone. Yuck! And a little scary too!

I’ve been back to the dermatologist as an adult because my fair skin and various skin ailments give occasional scares… not the acne kind of scares but the “fair skinned could this be pre-cancer” kind of scares. Luckily any biopsies done so far have been routine and the place is burned or “iced” off with liqiud nitrogen. This makes my skin crawl (no pun intended!). At least my daughter went with me last time. I had to put on my big girl panties and be brave for the sake of holding it together in front of her. I did it although I didn’t like it.

Today I went back because a stubborn rash has developed on my lower legs and won’t go away. Guess what? They biopsied that too. I was ready for a shot, not shaving skin off my legs to send in to a lab. After some local and some whining on my part I got to leave with two band-aids and the “we’ll call you in a week” speech.

The waiting room was filled to the brim and honestly, I was the second youngest person there. The oldest person was a real hoot. Formerly a real estate attorney he deemed himself the entertainer of the bunch (I’m telling you it was standing room only). He went around the room asking your name and then drawing it out on a piece paper in old english style letters. He would autograph it Mickey Mouse.

Considering I was worried about getting home to take care of a sick child it occurred to me later that part of me can’t wait to have nothing to do but hang out at the dermatologist office. The elderly entertainer had been there since it had opened, had seen the doc and had no intention of leaving. Basically, he had found his days work in that busy waiting room. I’m not sure why that became part of the experience but there you have it.

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One Response to Doctor, Doctor

  1. sorry for not getting back with you yet. morgan is going to go to MDO but it just has not started back up yet. so hopefully we can meet soon! Life has been a little crazy!! I wish I could have been at the derm with you! LOL about the man! That is to much!
    I will be praying for you to. Bless!! :)

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