All went reasonably well. There were only two questionable skin activities about which Herself had concerns; the first was handled with a wee bit of liquid nitrogen, and the second was addressed with a (slightly painful) injection that might require a second treatment in a few weeks, but should resolve in due course. Then, she'll be all set -- barring any new oddities -- for another year.
It's an awkward situation, to be so carefully scrutinized by a virtual stranger, yet the nurse practitioner who conducts the exams makes it tolerable with her professional and soothing demeanor. Herself is rather a freckly person, so the nurse checks all the spots carefully: "This looks fine... these are all the same, which is good... anything different? No? Good...." Herself was vaguely amused when the nurse pointed out that there are three freckles in a row on Herself's left buttock: "Like a constellation...." Herself hadn't known that. (After all, it's a tad difficult to observe one's own posterior.) Perhaps Herself shall get out the hand mirror and take a peek later. Orion's Belt? Or part of Ursa Major? We shall see.
These constellations found here: http://transientexpression.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Orion-+-Ursa-Major.jpg. And possibly on Herself's behind.
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