I started this post the other day. It was punchy, pithy, I was in fine form. What can I say. Then Blogger ate it. Without warning. But maybe I’m being harsh, because I downloaded the new IE and it has a unique feature of just randomly shutting down without any warning, so maybe it was Microsoft’s fault. Which, you know, it’s been a while since a Microsoft bagging.
This week I kinda had a meltdown that was coming as I went back to work and my new manager was onboard. The one who got the job I so “had in the bag” accordingly to numerous workmates. I don’t really want to Dooce myself, so all you really need to know is that I had a conversation with our HR manager who went through my peer review results (I had the best overall result in the e.n.t.i.r.e. organisation. Thank you and good night.) and a general chat. I then had a follow-up conversation with my big boss. The upshot of all this cryptic shit is that I’m back, the mojo is where it should be and I have some semblance of control and direction once more. For those of you out there who define a lot of who you are by the work you do and the people you work with, you will get just how important this is for me and my overall mental health.
This week I also found out I have cancer. I have a basal cell carcinoma, which I insist on calling basil cell carcinoma, because godamit if I’m going to have cancer it’s going to be tasty. I have this flat, red, flaky, sometimes slightly broken skin spot on my right bingo wing. (And yes, I might only be 33 but I have the best and biggest bingo wings next to any tuckshop lady you care to throw into the line-up). It’s been there for a while and it bothered me, and I knew it wasn’t good. Then Dooce went and talked about hers, with pictures. And well, we all know just how highly suggestible I can be, but I looked at the picture and without a word of a lie, it was the same size and shape.
I’d already talked to Mum about it and she was going to make an appointment for me w/ her skin specialist, who she saw about 6 weeks ago. Anyway, long story short, she rang her last week and – considering if I was booking in it would be a minimum 12 month wait, she had a cancellation on Tuesday morning at 8.
Frank – as I’ve called it – is about 6-7 months old, although I’m sure it’s been there for at least a year. Anyway. The specialist informed me that skin cancers are very common, but what I have is the most rare (this is simply in keeping with our family being dedicated to any condition, illness or situation that is highly unusual, unlikely and rare). She could dig it out, freeze it off, or I can use this new, ground-breaking cream that you apply five nights a week for six weeks. This magic cream will trigger my own immune system to attack Frank and kick his butt. I could post photos, but even I’m squeamish about oozing scabs.
The good news is, that considering I am fair skinned and fair eyed, I have very little sun damage. So THERE!