I go to the dermatologist for a routine exam.  He looks me over looks at my chat & me a few times then asks “You didn’t grow up here did you?”  I replied with “No how can you tell?” “Your skin looks incredible, like 20 years younger incredible, except for these few areas we can take care of today” “Thank you I errrr what?”  He is getting out a heat implement saying something about this being genetic, what I don’t know.  He says I have some type of spot the name escapes me at the moment.  Asks me if I want to be numbed with needles. I tell him not to bother.

Well, that hurt like hell.  Very tiny areas that he needed to see with a magnifying glass.  What he was going after I don’t know, because they can’t be see with out the glass.  Anyone that comes up to me with a magnifying glass will need to have it surgically removed. 

Now that HURT!  Areas the size of the head of a pin were being branded.  About 20 of them.  You know, burning flesh smell is terrible.

He was amazed at how I hardly flinched.

The initial pain of the hot iron ebbed quickly.  Then about a half an hour later the real pain started throbbing.  Wow!  That hurts!  I had to get to the chiropractor and 2 errands to run because I am out of things I really needed.  Talk about cranky.

I went to the grocery for some sushi lunch to eat on the way to the drug store.  They did not have the salmon with brown rice I liked.  I told the guy at the counter to make one while I get eggs.  He was done by the time I got back..  Impressive.

At the drug store I snarled the spelling of my name at the clerk.  It always takes them an insane amount of time to find my script because the idea a name is spelled like it sounds is alien to most of us Americans.

Then to the store.  I had a lot of things to get.  They only had carts with the bar that kept you from taking it outside.  Grrrrr. I storm up to the manager, asking her how the hell I am supposed to get a shopping cart full of supplies out to my van when the damned thing stops at the door.  (No if anything should be illegal those useless ass carts with bars should be).

Now, I am home waiting for the pain and anti inflammatory pills to kick in.  The base of my neck  looks terrible with those burn marks.  The cure better not be worse than the disease or that doc is in BIG trouble.

Growl.