My present blogging continuum has be thwarted by obstacles of an olfactory nature.
A little background is in order. Beginning December last, I embarked on a series of biopsies and subsequent skin cancer surgeries led by my trusty dermatologist. No fun, I can assure you. Anyway, the latest blight upon my epidermis to be dislodged (last Thursday) happened to reside upon the side of my nose. Apparently it was much deeper than my physician originally thought because it took him an hour and a half to eradicate the nasty growth and sew up the opening with seven stitches. Yes, seven.
My poor bandaged schnoz:
Now, I'm a trooper when it comes to pain endurance. Really, I'm one tough chick. But I kid you not when I say the pain infecting my nose and adjacent cheek was pretty darn close to un-bear-a-ble. For several days I couldn't chew. I couldn't laugh. I couldn't lay down on that side when turning in for the evening. Hell, I couldn't even cry. The pain was just awful. But you know my friends, situations can always get worse. Oh yes. To top off an already miserable state of affairs, I came down with a cold just two days after my surgery! You know what's worse than incessantly blowing plentiful wads of boogers out of your nose? Incessantly blowing plentiful wads of boogers out of your nose WITH STITCHES EXTENDING THE ENTIRE WIDTH OF YOUR NOSE. Oh yeah, the fun never stops over here at ChezLinoleum. Sucks.
Needless to say I look like Jimmy Durante. Jimmy Durante with Frankenstein stitches and plentiful snot. I know, gross.
Despite my plight, I still managed to work up a hat, which I do plan on donning to my stitch removal appointment...
This Lil' Devil Hat should be a warning to my dermotologist. He'd better be on his best behavior when removing my stitches or I may have to force him to wear this hat during his next spot on the evening news! Muhahahaha!