11.18.2021
The bump kind of did a turtle maneuver and withdrew back
into the tissue. But it felt hot. And it was angry red in the shape of a
quarter. I was temporarily worried. Well, honestly for about 2 days. Then like so many people who think the Old
Ways may offer some relief, I took matters into my own hands. If things weren’t going to come to a head, I
could facilitate the process.
You know those pads you can buy at the state fair or places
like that that are supposed to detox the bottom of your feet? Well, why wouldn’t that work on, well,
elsewhere???? So, the third night I put
that patch right over the red, hot angry area.
And you know what happened? Absolutely
nothing. That was kind of good because I
was worried if it backfired and something dramatic happened, I did not want to
be on the receiving-end of The Look that medical providers give you when you
are doing something dorky and non-medical.
The next morning, I was washing my face with this gentle,
green clay cleanser. And I thought to
myself: if this is supposed to draw out
impurities from my face, then, “why wouldn’t that work on, well, elsewhere???”
(see the repetitive train of logic.) I
thought that did nothing until the next day.
Then, something happened that necessitated paper towels and antibiotic
bandaids. That’s really all you need to
know. It is less red now. The story is not over. The little turtle is still lurking. To add insult to injury, we are going to do a
mammogram tomorrow (think slamming garage door on your chest analogy, as
previously mentioned).
I am not scared. I
fully expect them to pat me on the hand and tell me it was just a cyst and it
will resolve “over time” …. Kind of like when as kid I fell and bruised my knee
and my father – bastion of sympathy that he is – said, “Stop crying. It will heal up by the time you get married.” Little did I know that I could have my whole
body replaced piece by piece if I needed to … “before I got married.” But one thing I already know about that
procedure tomorrow: it’s going to hurt –
it doesn’t usually – and I am going to cry.
I am going to cry so that I don’t use any bad words. Then I will walk out of that office, thank
the Good Lord that this is no big deal and cry some more…. Because it’s going
to hurt. And I’m STILL not even engaged.
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