Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Jeopardy category for today . . .

I had a spot on my forearm that needed to be looked at, I thought. So I made an appointment with a dermatologist for this morning. I was a new patient. Didn't have a regular dermatologist. I do have one now.

She was thorough and reassuring. It was just a benign keratosis. Age related, she said. And then she did a skin patrol. No result there, either.

This is just another fun milepost for my younger siblings to anticipate reaching, down the years . . .

7 comments:

ol Doc said...

Okay. I'll make a note of that and get back to you.

Remember turning lobster red on the beach at Daytona and feeling the grit in your bathing suit - and being hot and smelling of suntan oil. Cocoa Butter. Yum.

Well, now we pays for those lazy, hazy, crazy days of Summah spent in the South.

Big Ed said...

All those people at the beach everyday is job security for the dermatologists.

Zeta said...

Wait a second, Ranger was in the sun at the beach tanning. Hum. The secrets out now. Yeah, income for the derms is good this time of year.

ol Doc said...

I'm sure our parents forced Ranger at gunpoint to go down to the beach and play in the surf. That's my story....

RANGER said...

Remember Mommas slathering Gaby on little bro? She once missed an area on the back of his calf. That was the only part of his 'lil body that turned red. Gaby was good stuff. She made us use it, too. Really thick, oily and nasty feeling - but it worked.

ol Doc said...

Nooo, I don't recall smelling of anything like Gaby. Wonder where she got it. I remember Copper Tone brown and smelling cocoa butter and feeling warm from sun and wet from the surf and gritty from sitting in the sand. Seagulls. Impossibly blue sky. Clock tower. The pier with the dance hall on top where Mom said she and Daddy used to go dancing. Auction houses down near the boardwalk. The Fernwood Hotel and the fan in the room putting me to sleep at night. But I don't recall Gaby.

RANGER said...

She used to buy it from a dime store on the way down to the beach. It really was nasty. Maybe that's why you graduated to Copper Tone.

Sh-Boom? Oh, me.