Friday I had to have surgery
for two bits of skin that potentially could have been (keeping fingers crossed)
a problem. One was a tiny crescent shaped mole on my chest – no problem and I
could care less what it looks like. The other unfortunately was part of my
lower lip.
Then I had a choice: stay in
for a couple of weeks so as not to expose others to my changed appearance and
huge, fat lip, or live life – never guess what I chose. The reactions have been
interesting: those who don’t know me of course notice nothing; those who do
automatically presume that I have fallen, yet again, and split my lip.
No bandage, just a split lip
with stitches. During surgery I was not
allowed to talk part of the time and of course had to laugh at an image in my
mind whilst the doctor was stitching up the lip. When he asked afterwards what
had been so funny, I told him: I felt like a fish that had been caught, hook,
line and sinker.
Less funny is the necessity
to not get said lip wet. Didn’t have time to make an appointment with the
hairdresser so my housemate got pulled into shampoo duty. My hair is clean – as
is the rest of the bathroom!
Somehow I don’t think this is
what we had in mind when we talk about our “adventures”.
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| Shampoo the hair? What about the bathroom too? |
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