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[electricland]

So on Monday I trotted a couple of blocks over and up from my office to Mount Sinai and had a mole removed from my back. (The progression of doctors amused me: my GP looked at it and said "Hm. This one worries me a little bit, and you have a lot of them, and given your fair skin and history of sunburn, I'm sending you to a dermatologist for a second opinion." Dermatologist looked at it and said "Hm. Could be something, could be nothing. Why don't we send you to a plastic surgeon for a second opinion?" Plastic surgeon looked at it and said "Yep, we'll take that off. Two weeks from now suit you?" In conclusion: there are stereotypes about surgeons for a reason.)

Anyway, she was very nice and it was a relatively speedy procedure under local anaesthetic, but I currently have a set of sutures very slightly off-centre between my shoulderblades. The problem with this: have you ever tried to put a dressing on that part of your own back? I tried it this morning and managed it eventually, but sheesh. You have to crane your neck around to see it in a mirror, and if you're me you keep shifting the dressing in the opposite direction to the one you want, and whichever way you reach and whichever hand you use it's about at the limit of where your arms will go, and the action of reaching stretches the skin so that when you get back to a normal position the tape gets all scrunched up. Jen did it for me yesterday (I was going to leave that one in place but I got the very low-tack first-aid tape so as not to annoy my skin, and it doesn't survive being slept on all that well). Will keep that arrangement going, I think. Will also go see if I can find any more of the giant band-aids.

In other news, sat next to a lawyer on the streetcar this morning whose cellphone conversations reminded me irresistibly of This Is Wonderland. When he got up to get off the streetcar I saw he had a TIW hat, which pleased me immensely. I miss that show.

It's Friday!

Comments

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Having just finished a round with a similar dressing, may I suggest: giant band-aid and handle of hairbrush (if it's big and blunt) or wooden spoon. Handle of back brush works, too. Get top of band-aid positioned, and finish with tool of choice.

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Oooh, very smart! Thank you!

[lilactime.livejournal.com]

Pain in the ass, innit?

I have a tattoo on the back of my right shoulder, and it's quite faded specifically because I couldn't apply the dressing properly and allowed it to get wet before it was properly healed.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

you are Very Wise. And you said NOTHING about dressings in your emails.... *black look* Be. Careful. Capiche?

[electricland.livejournal.com]

if the black look is to my account, I SWEAR I mentioned the giant band-aid! Honest!

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Argh.

Yes, it's really much easier to get someone else to do it!

Re getting it wet, the surgeon said to stick Polysporin ointment on the wound when showering... which judging by how hard it is to get the stuff off your hands probably works quite well.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

no no. Black Look was for dancinghorse.... You were dutiful. THough you STILL Have not replied to my question about Kiwanis!!

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Huh. That's weird -- I did send you an email! Gmail must be acting up. I just re-sent it.

(Short answer: it was good, if perfunctory.)

[jaanquidam.livejournal.com]

You're hungover, and you're blaming the walk, not the wine? This would seem to be a new level in Chrispy logic.

Your boss sniffs your shoes. Creeee-peeee.

Pan's Labyrinth. It was brilliant, depressing, and gross. In that order. Plus, it made me not want to drink scotch lest I burn my mouth.

[electricland.livejournal.com]

*looks askance at this comment, which is not intended for me -- I'm pretty sure*

Pan's Labyrinth was indeed brilliant and depressing.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

or my main acct is acting up. *frustrated*

try my gmail account, as I still haven't receive your email about this.

[jaanquidam.livejournal.com]

My comments are your comments. Or something. :)

[raithen.livejournal.com]

um, sweet dear JQ cutie, you got the right city, the wrong girl with your comment ;). Though I am sure Ell will be glad to share with Crispy ;)

*smooch*

[jaanquidam.livejournal.com]

LOL Okay, that was really weird. Apparently some link or something separating posts fell off the edge of my screen. Or maybe it's just operator error. But I prefer to blame LJ.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

or you could just Blame Canada, since it was Canuck Girls who screwed you over ;).

[jaanquidam.livejournal.com]

That's okay, I like being screwed by Canuck Girls. ;)

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

ouch. :::gentle hugs:::

hope it's good news and soon. take good care of you. and hopefully there will be someone there to take care of you too?

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *hugs*

I am very unconcerned about this, really -- I've had the mole for years (one of many). Of course if it DOES turn out to be something they'll want to take the others off and I'll look like Swiss cheese, so your hopes are very much appreciated.

And cousin Jen lives downstairs and is being very obliging!

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

good, and i hope there will be no need for swiss cheese in anything but a sandwich.

and good for cousin jen. this jen....er, i mean me....would be happy to teleport to you and watch slings & arrows with you. oh for a tardis on days like these. :)