A Day in the Life…

This morning I fed Stanley and wondered if he would give me the, “Mais non, madame. I am too proud to descend to the rabbit hole of this, how do you say, pig food you offer me!”

I gave him some Fresh Pet Chicken dog food and mixed it with Dr. Tim’s Weight Control dry food. The latter has 8% fiber which I hope will help with Stanley’s anal gland issues, but not if he doesn’t eat it. (You know how you’re supposed to ease a dog into a new food gradually? Stanley has refused to eat so many foods lately that I give up. There will be no gradual transition at Casa Ranney.)

To my great surprise, he scarfed it up in 30 seconds flat. Plus, he did the same thing this afternoon. I told him, “Good boy!” with honest to God tears in my eyes. I am, however, not naive. Tomorrow may be another day.

Stanley didn’t want to go to day care. He whined at the top of his voice all the way there. I normally talk to him or sing to drown him out. This morning I just opened the window and let all the sound out. I’m sure people thought I was torturing him.

Now, as to finding the dermatologist. I got lost, natch. I pulled off into a strip center to consult the map and the idiot map app and lo and behold, but what was that huge honkin’ building across the street but DermSa. Wowza! Talk about the hand of God. Y’all, I have no idea how I found it.

I was super early which I always am. I must have been beaten as a child for being late somewhere. Now I’m always, always early. So, I trotted inside and they took me right away. The doctor was about 23, but he was a sweetie. He told me that I was pretty good looking for my age. I was torn between a swoon and rolling my eyes.

He thinks the spot was basal cell carcinoma, but he removed it and sent it off to pathology to be sure. If you have to have skin cancer, that’s the one to have. It doesn’t go deeper than the skin layer, unlike melanoma that can invade the body. I have this huge honkin’ bandage on my nose. Okay, it’s not that huge, but I always see it. The procedure was fast and painless. Funny thing, he used a marker to circle it, just like Dr. Pimple Popper.

I swear, one of these days I have to find a place to go to that isn’t around five different expressways, overpasses to the stars, or confusing signs. Maybe that’s just San Antonio. I didn’t get lost going home, but I did take a shorter route. The map app got mad at me and kept telling me to turn left. When I got to a stoplight I turned it off.

I was only gone about two hours, but I was exhausted after picking up Stanley and getting home. I took out the garbage, went to exercise, but quit after a half hour. Stanley joined me on the couch and we took a very long nap. Luckily, I’d made up for missing today by doing twice my quota yesterday, so I don’t feel like a sloth.

Well, only a little bit. 🙂

13 thoughts on “A Day in the Life…”

  1. We’ve been in San Antonio 20 years and that entire time has been road construction which I’m sure is to blame for getting lost.

    Well you are right. If it’s basel cell that is definitely the one to have. My uncle who is the same age as you just found out that he has a melanoma on his ear that he will have removed soon. That’s probably the same road my sisters and I are headed….we are fair skinned and freckled and baked in the sun when we were younger to get a glorious tan. My uncle and others have already had skin cancers removed from their face.

    It’s weird too, because my sister just went on Friday to have something removed from her face, it came back benign which we are thankful for.

    How is Basel cell treated? A cream? Regardless, I hope you heal quickly!

  2. I hope that’s all it is.

    Anytime one is near a city, I think the freeways and cloverleafs will be there to torture us.

    In time I was going to a meeting at a hotel in Crystal City. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to get to it even thought I could see it. I stopped at the Pentagon and the security guard helped me figure it out. This was before GPS was easily available.

    • San Antonio is one strange city when it comes to overpasses that soar into the heavens. They build up, so it’s not surprising to see birds like Mexican hawks sitting on the guardrails watching as you drive by.

    • I have NO idea why I was so exhausted. I just considered it a vacation in the middle of the week. 🙂

  3. I am proud of both you and Stanley, him for eating today and you for finding the place you sought. I am also glad you got the care you needed and the outlook is a good one.

    As for Stanley whining….Sonny is afraid of cars. I reckon being thrown out of a car is not a great experience to remember. When we were in the car together for a long time he would scream. It sounded like I was pulling his ears off. I have hopes he has gotten better since we took a long trip together.

    • Stanley jumps into the car, gets on his seat, and waits for me to put on his seat belt. I don’t think he’s afraid, exactly, but he really doesn’t like being in a car. He’ll whine even when we’re on the driveway not moving. Go figure.

  4. I think San Antonio is laid out wonky and not a lot of it is in true blocks…at least that’s what hubby says and he should know since he used to have coffee Moses. I don’t live there but I’ve ended up in some unusual places when we visit by just going around the block. Keep your sense of humor and trust in God. They go together😇

    • The rumor is that San Antonio is laid out over old cow paths since it used to be where they’d bring cows to the railroad. I believe it. It’s just wonky to the max. You can travel down one road and it will change its name three times. Or go from being one way to two way to one way again. Same road.

  5. Hey Karen, I had one of those just below my lip. It about the size of a pencil eraser. Would you believe I was sent to a plastic surgeon to have the hole closed up? Actually it reminded me of a witch’s wart. Lol. Without the hair. I’m so glad it’s gone. The nerves are rather sensitive though. You are right. If you have to have cancer that’s the one to have.

    • I do have to go back – but only after my deadline is over – and have a cyst removed. They’ll do stitches for that one.

      The only thing that really surprised me was the aftercare. I have been instructed to put Vaseline on the spot tomorrow. Weird, huh?

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