An Interlude in Kindness

I wasn't feeling so hot yesterday morning emotionally after seeing that sweet little boy so sick.  I just felt out of sorts with everything going on.

I knew I should make a phone call about that stupid red spot on my nose that was bleeding. It hadn't lately and I thought maybe it would heal, but I wondered if maybe it was an infected cyst.  Last time I had one the doctor I saw said if it wasn't infected, he would have hit me with a book.  Maybe that's my apprehension in calling, I guess.

When I talked to someone, they said that they would let a nurse know and they would call me because the first opening wasn't until late April.  I said that soon and laughed.  I really wasn't ready for any appointment so I said it's really ok.  It's an annoyance more than anything.  She was insistent that she would have a nurse call me.

Here I am thinking it might be a day or two and it was within maybe the hour?  Or about around that time?  She asked if I could come in at noon and I said sure.  I thought oh no.  I'm intruding on the lunch hour.  Maybe it's nothing. I worried all along the drive over there that it's really nothing.

It really wasn't.  It was a surprise though.  It was something to do with a blood vessel popping.  I'm thinking eczema irritation from this crummy winter.  He said it could heal on its own or he could this laser tool.  I can't remember what it was but he said it would hurt.  I said I've been hit by a semi so I'm good. I should clarify it was my car that got hit.  Not me.  I was ready to roll with the plan and it just stung.  My eye started to run a little and it kind of looked like I got a little baby stitch.  Kind of cool. I was sort of amazed at what he could do.  Dermatologists are kind of medical gangsters.  He was very kind and I apologized for interrupting his lunch.  I don't want anyone to miss sandwich time but he reassured me he was fine and didn't really take one.  He earned one dealing with me, but as always, he's so nice and thoughtful.  His sweet nurse gave me a big smile when I left.

It wasn't fun paying a doctor's copay and I'm kind of afraid to see the bill but I'll deal like I always do.  I think their kindness towards me was what I needed yesterday.  I think I had a tiny bit of faith restored.

I still forgot to ask him about the eczema prescription I normally get it.  Damn it.  

I got a little kindness medicine yesterday and that was really nice.  Good humans.  Nice to know they exist.  

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