We had a hot dermatology date today. It’s every bit as exciting as it sounds. We drove over there from here, around some detours and arriving right on time, despite whatever it was I did that slowed us down on getting out of the house.
There was no one there, so as soon as sat down they called us back. The best part: no paperwork, so I guess we’re both enough in the system now.
These were routine checks. It probably took longer to book the appointments than to fulfill them. The doctor, yet another one in a now-growing line of people who are younger than I am. Younger than me and, yet, she looked more tired than the rest of us. You wonder how many times a day she does this, starting with the scalp and glanced in between the toes. You wonder if she’s sick of it yet, dismissing this worry, weathering a bad joke here, staring at an awkward blotch of skin there.
Well, not on us. We both saw the same doctor. She told my lovely bride that she has wonderful skin. To me she said, “You don’t have many moles.”
I’ve worked very hard to avoid that, yes.
Anyway, clean bills of health. Don’t lose any sleep over anything. Come back in a year.
Later, we got behind this truck.
It wasn’t that we followed him. He just kept turning onto all of the same roads we wanted.
