It is now Saturday evening, 9 days removed from the big cover-up.
One thing I've mentioned recently is that the sudden emergence of hair that hasn't been there in a good long time (10 years in the case of my head, 25+ years in the case of my face) is driving me absolutely NUTS. Sneezes still hurt somewhat (my guess is that it's pulling on sutures). I find myself using TWO hands to combat such sneezes -- one to cover my nose and mouth and one to keep my head intact.
On Monday morning, I will be seeing my plastic surgeon (the dermatology surgeon is on vacation for the next two weeks) to hopefully discover that those sutures that are self-dissolving have already done so and that those that are not self-dissolving can be easily removed. This visit will also provide the pathology report from the surgical procedure, which hopefully reveals that they "got it all".
In a lighter vein, my recent appearance has been likened to everything from a DC (or any major metropolis) cab driver (except maybe for Ben Bailey -- no cash here, folks) to Humpty Dumpty from the new Puss N Boots movie. It's times like this when it pays to have a sense of humor.
There's been a lot of encouragement from a lot of different people, including a group of about 300 who don't even know me. I also received a prayer quilt from Central Christian Church in Las Vegas, Nevada, courtesy of an old high school classmate. This was the cause of some interesting conversation when it arrived at my home: Mrs.-Me inquired as to who a "Dorothy F." was from Las Vegas. I, of course, was without a clue until we opened the package and discovered it was from my old friend "via" this Dorothy F. Apparently, Dorothy had sent it directly from the church. Thanks, Connie.
You can tell it's Saturday night -- I'm rambling. To repeat myself, if you're reading about me in this condition for the first time, I apologize and for those that have been keeping up by checking this out, thank you.
God is not finished with me yet ... stay tuned.
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