My appointment was at 8:30 a.m. I arrived in the second waiting room about 9:45 after having the first stage of treatment. As I walked in I said aloud, sort of to the surgical tech who escorted me, but mostly to myself, “Ay. They’re all wearing bandages!” It was my attempt at an allusion to a line in the 1960 movie The Grass is Greener. … Continue reading Welcome to Mohs!
My head was stung by 30 bees. I asked, “Do other people think it hurts this bad?” My neurologist, who has little affect and less personality, said in his dry drawl, “Some of them think it doesn’t hurt at all; and some of them think it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to them and they have to be almost sedated.” “Well, I’m somewhere in the … Continue reading 30 Bee Stings