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Ohh, PH, too painful but I will struggle on :-(

And........????

Hurry up..........I want the rest of the gory details!!!!

:-D

Part One.....The beginning


I recently went to the doctor’s for my six monthly diabetes review. That was fine, and during the review I told my doctor that there were a few other things that I wanted to discuss.

So, review over, she asked “Well?”

I was almost prompted to answer, “No! Otherwise I wouldn’t be here” but thought better of it, as I suspect that she needs a sense of humour transplant.

So I mentioned a small growth on my lower arm, which I’ve had for a while, and which I thought was a wart. She grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip, muttered something, and then produced a magnifying glass.

After scanning the offending (and by now offended) growth. She delivered her verdict: sun damage. Not actually a melanoma, but nevertheless she could quite easily zap it off! At the time that she made this pronouncement she had a weird glint in her eye.

Nothing more was said so we moved on to a few medical details of my forthcoming trip to New Zealand, particularly which medication I was going to need for the flight, to help prevent blood clots.

All done and dusted, I was about to leave when she suddenly asked, “Do you want me to zap that thing now?”

Remembering the look on her face when she first examined it, and thinking that she might break down in tears if I refused, I said yes!

There are some days when it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed!

The doctor shot out of her seat and with a near cheerful voice she said that she would go and get the liquid nitrogen.

Liquid nitrogen? That was never mentioned earlier!

Too late now.

She soon returned with a polystyrene beaker from the top of which copious quantities of vapours were pouring. It was like a scene from Dante’s Inferno, or an imitation of Dr. Faustus. I fully expected the lighting in the surgery to start flashing red and green, coupled with peals of thunder.

From the beaker she extracted a wooden spatula around which had a thick wadding of cotton wool on one end, dripping a clear liquid.

Once more exercising that grip of steel on my arm, she slowly, very slowly, let three drops of the liquid fall on to the growth. Ah well, that wasn’t too bad.

And then it started.