David Bleeds....

    Yesterday--Valentine's Day--was my appointment with Dr. Pang, the dermatologist, and over a period of a couple of hours I spent time answering every question you could think of about my health (down to 'false teeth?'), waiting around, lying in my gown, and then 'under the knife,' as they say, while he cut out and stitched four skin cancers. Three of them in awkward places--the top of my head, and one on my left forehead and one on my right temple, close to my eye--which was blackened by the operation. I felt awful when it was all over.

    Prior to the setting up of this appointment, Joan had booked matinee tickets at a small local theatre, where they were performing an old musical. So we went from the dermatologist to a cafe close to the theatre and had a small lunch, and spun out drinking our coffee until we could check in to the theatre--with me in a fair amount of pain.

The show was alright, but underwhelming.

One day later, and we have been wrestling with the various ways in which these incisions should be treated. We had been given instructions but there was a lot of ambiguity, with which we are still wrestling...finding the right size dressings, cutting away my hair in places, icing my black eye. All of which has kept me in a state of misery for most of the day. And Nurse Joan Nightingale has been doing her very best to sort out these problems. Poor Joan...