ME FASTEST” is becoming my go-to phrase.
Since I got paid last week, this week continues the monthly financial juggling as I try and cram in the necessary and “required” medical maintenance appointments, while also spending my limited “extra” money on things that I’d like to work on vs. medical appointments and related co-pays or Rx expenses.
A few weeks back, before my gardening obsession, I was on an incredible run of fishing and walking each evening. Until the mosquitoes got to me.
One bite so messed up my right arm that, after two (2) weeks of babying it, the bite spot was still hard as a rock and looked like a boil or some other skin issue had joined the problem.
So, fast forward to now, and I finally have my (long delayed) skin check appointment, but don’t want to go because of our current heat wave. When I was fully employed, I usually had skin checks every Oct or Nov, once the cooler weather settled in, because all my treated areas will be covered from the sun, and I can heal in peace.
I tend to skip skin checks in the heat of Summer because any area the doc chooses to treat will have to heal at a point when my skin will be hot and sweaty.
In this case, I’ve not had a skin check since I stopped working five (5) years ago (I believe), when I was doing a follow-up to my 2013 shin skin cancer surgery.
As you can see from the chicken-skin pale shin, above, the doc did a fantastic job with my cancer removal and skin grafting surgery. So, it’s not like I had a bad experience with anyone on their team.
But… now living 55 miles South of the original office branch I used, it was time to find a new doc and I’ve been putting it off. Nothing new needed attention, and I was procrastinating.
The houseguest, however, found a decent skin doctor with the same medical office locally, so it seemed like a good idea at the time to schedule a check up with her. My arm was in the sun a lot, and the bug bite just wasn’t healing.
Today, freshly groomed, I’m looking at the remains of the bitten area, and noticing the tan lines (despite lotioning up with either Coppertone 15 SPF, or Avon Skin So Soft 30 SPF bug repellant moisturizing tanning lotion).
It’s clear the bug bitten area healed, but it’s still Summertime, so I’m not sure I want to risk any of my tender bits for treatment, if needed, necessitating me hiding from the sun while the treated area heals.
So, now I have to negotiate to pay twice (now and later in the Fall) by putting off any actual care which might be needed to treat exposed skin. I’d like to skip it, but wiser heads prevail over my tendency to scrimp.
Clearly, the dermo visit won’t be wasted, however, since I’m already gearing up to deal with the endocrinologist on Thursday for the diabetes-related side effects from the latest medication that particular doc has prescribed, and marshaling my arguments for both the endo doc AND the liver doc about my quality of life choices regarding their repeated wish to send me to the nutritionist, or (my pet peeve for an elective surgery choice), have weight reduction surgery:
I try to be a decent patient and listen to what the experts have to say, however, I’ve been trapped in this refurbished body for almost sixty (60) years at this point. I have gone through all the necessary effort to be as healthy as I can be given my birth defects and ongoing medical complications. Some days, however, “Whatever kills me fastest” is a very appealing response to medical care situations.
*** UPDATE ***
While the new doc agreed with most of my requests, she found a spot of skin cancer on my cheek. So, that spot was treated and now I have to keep it out if the sun while it heals.
The most concerning issue, though, is that she found a raised pearl of skin on the calf (back side of the shin where the skin cancer was removed), and since it had veins feeding it, it’s likely to be cancerous. Will await the results of the biopsy with the hope that it’s nothing and that she got it all so that I don’t have to go through another MOHS surgery.
While I agree with “Whatever kills me fastest” in theory, I don’t want to have to deal with another skin surgery… hoping it comes back negative or benign.