Well, it is cold. And “they” say it is going to continue being cold or cold and wet for the foreseeable future. I am not foreseeing very far ahead. Actually “they” are predicting 52 and sunny for next Thursday. Let us just say that I put the heavy liner in my raincoat on Monday. Remember… I don’t really have any winter clothes. Winter is something that I try to avoid. And, I am too fat to fit in my jeans…
Carlton went to see a plastic surgeon yesterday morning. She was a real sweetie. I was happy to see that she was more “surgeon” than “plastic” I know we have at least one plastic surgery group in our hospital that mainly produces “Barbie Dolls”. I am sure this lady would be willing to perk up my ta-tas but she does lots of reconstruction and wound care. All good there. Then he went, by himself, to see the primary care doc that I picked out for him. Another nice young woman doctor. Props to her, because, she got him to start taking blood pressure meds. I am not sure he’ll keep taking them. But the doc told him that the anesthesia doctors wouldn’t touch him with his BP being way too high. All good here too.
The surgeon and the plastic surgeon want to excise the cancer. Leave the hole – as big as his hand – open for a week and then let the plastic surgeon stitch him up. Mr C. wants to be closed up after the surgery. Not good here yet. It is hard to tell what is good medical practice, what is revenue enhancement and what is malpractice ass cover.
Now, this is funny – all of sudden Mr C turns up with a hernia. Every doctor has told Carlton to just chill about the hernia for now. But, he is trying to get it fixed at the same time as the skin cancer thing.