/Running on Empty/
On Tuesday I went to a new dermatologist. She does not mess around. I respect that.
We zip through a couple of main issues. We’re seeing a lot of redness in this area. Yeah no kidding.
As she checks between my toes for melanoma (we’re all clear) I mention that I’ve had this weird callous on my thumb for about two years. She glances at it and says, well, what we have here is a wart. And I can take care of that for you right now. She then proceeds to lop the thing off right then and there, and swab it generously with, what else? Liquid nitrogen. Is this going to hurt? Hookay, that answers that question.
Next comes the blood test. This is with a medical assistant. She starts by tapping the veins on the insides of my elbows, as you do, but as I’m not having a very veiny day, she’s having a hard time finding a target – which is fairly unusual for me. I generally consider myself to be quite veiny. Has someone ever stuck a needle in your arm just to wait awkwardly while no blood comes out? I personally find it a tad disconcerting. And no, this is not the first time this has happened.
So the two of us are sort of just looking at my arm. Not a lot going on there. She moves the needle around a bit. Yeah, still no on that one.
And then, yes, she goes for the hand vein. This is a new experience for me, and I must, say, 48 hours later, and it is bruising nicely. And then we wait a bit more. The blood is trickling. You’re bleeding really slowly, she says. I actually get that a lot, I reply. As weird as that sounds.
Between the wart amputation, liquid nitrogen, and serious lack of healthy blood flow, I’d say it was a pretty productive half an hour. I find myself leaving the office thinking that maybe my new doc is a little crazy. In any case, I am certain that I like her, and I look forward to what she has in store for me next.