My visit to the Doctor’s surgery this morning was like getting through American immigration. There’s a checkpoint Charlie with a screening procedure to get through before one even gets into the waiting room. I got all the silly questions, but not the retinal scan.
The apocalypse is upon us. Must watch The Road and Mad Max again for survival tips.
On my return to camp I found I had an email from management detailing the steps they too were taking in response to COVID. It mostly affects only new visitors, except that I and the 13 other permanent elderly residents who do not have our own en-suite facilities now have our ablution block to ourselves, with an entry code different from the others around the rest of the camp.
I’m not sure who that is expected to save.
But I digress.
When I finally got through to see Doctor Mehdi, I cheerfully commented that the apocalypse is upon us. His response: “And governments are being stupid as usual”.
Then he gave me some positive news. My results of the last biopsies were positive. More chopping to be done. My frigate bird is going to lose more wing just as Mehdi predicted. Then he chopped out the latest two on my shoulder. He is “very worried” about one of them in particular. Going on his 100% record of diagnosis so far, I’m positive I should be worried too. I’ll get the results when I go back next week to have my wing clipped. Considering these latest melanomas and the carcinoma have all developed in the last three months, I’m switching to positively high alert.
Readers, friends, and in particular, family, should take my advice and get a skin check.
I’m positive. It’s a good idea.