As you know, I've been on staycation since last Monday.
Hence, the limited blogging.
I thought I'd take advantage of the time off
and schedule a few doctor's appointments.
I know, the spa isn't the doctor,
but it's for medicinal purposes.
At least that's my story,
and I'm sticking to it.
So last Monday I went to see my family doctor.
I had a few concerns about some brown patches.
I've had some serious sunburns in the past,
and just wanted to be sure.
But he took a look at a "growth"
... for lack of a better word ...
that gives me grief on my ankle.
Every time I shave my legs,
I nick it and
bleed like a stuck pig.
I didn't think it was anything to be
but thought I'd bring it up.
Then says ...
"It's a tumor."
I look at him.
I must have had a WHAT?!
expression on my face,
because he quickly said ...
"Oh! It's benign. Happens all the time."
And he waves it off.
"But it should come out."
So I went back today.
So he could take it out.
Three stitches later ...
I go back next Monday to have the stitches out.
It doesn't hurt,
But ask me again when the freezing wears off.
* * *
OK. The Freezing's worn off.