I never know when to STOP!

  I never know when to Stop!  OR maybe the title should be,  How to Turn a simple annual visit to the dermatologist into a Blog Post.

I had something to tell you. I mentioned in the past that the front desk lady told me how thin I looked. I had this outfit above on, with a black sweater. 

I remembered that and wore the same thing to the Derm Doc minus the sweater.

I was sitting in a The Big Girl Chair, and the PA opened the door and said,

 Oh you look so pretty, I love the mask and pants, Where did you get the mask?

We were instant friends for life.

Since she was busy checking my body under the ugly blue paper dress they made me put on, minus of course the pretty outfit, I did not take photos. they came later at home.

After the check up, she said get dressed and I will freeze three pre cancer and 2 biopsies. She surprised me by doing a 3rd of a spot I said worried me, but no one seemed to think it should, but it is growing. Last two times they said it is not cancer, we don't know what it is.

I said if its not cancer, what is it, its double in size.

I had to do the 2nd photo  so you could see how I looked MINUS Mask, Because while I was sitting there after the 4 needs stuck in the nose to numb it. She reached out and ruffled my hair like we do to small children when we think they are CUTE, and said I love your haircut, it is perfect for you.

Now that I am typing this I have begun to wonder if all this was an insult and not compliments.

Pretty and cute are not definitions for 76 year old women.

the part about don't know when to stop. First I zoom/cropped so you could see the 2 Band-Aids on 3 biopsies. I was shocked when 24 hours later I found the 3rd one an realized she biopsied the not cancer growing thing.

2nd I created a collage just to learn how in PicMonkey

Then I realized I looked like I was in pain instead of POSING. at the same time, I realized photos make my hair parted on the wrong side. See the Avatar? it is a mirror image as are the photos I took

The above photo is what the cell phone I waved at took.  This what I see in the mirror.  The part on the left but my face you would see is parted on my right side.

  As soon as I realized all this I flipped all the photos on the above collage to see what I look like to others. 

And when I came out of the fog I had turned the background Green and added words.

To bad the band aid on my mouth is not there when I type a post