My mole holes are healing, I guess, but they itch like mad. The doc just called to tell me they looked good, no baddies, but also told me the cortisone cream I used last night and this morning will slow healing. He suggested the itching may be an allergy to the antibiotic ointment (common, apparently) and that I should stick to vaseline.
Okie doke.
I have a slice on the tip of my left index finger from I-don't-know-what. It doesn't hurt, but I can feel it popping open and shut. Creepy.
I dreamed about Christie last night, and it was good. We snuggled.
I also dreamed about Jeff last night. Miss him.
Busy day today in the lab.
Got a condolence card from the emergency vet, but no word yet on the return of Christie's ashes. Now I'll be looking for a pretty box for her.
Making good progress on the patent bar prep.
Making excellent progress on the afghan project. . . and I've got yarn in the wings awaiting a log-cabin afghan. This weekend though, I'll work on the cross-stitch project.
That's it. Can't even be bothered to write in complete sentences, today.
Okie doke.
I have a slice on the tip of my left index finger from I-don't-know-what. It doesn't hurt, but I can feel it popping open and shut. Creepy.
I dreamed about Christie last night, and it was good. We snuggled.
I also dreamed about Jeff last night. Miss him.
Busy day today in the lab.
Got a condolence card from the emergency vet, but no word yet on the return of Christie's ashes. Now I'll be looking for a pretty box for her.
Making good progress on the patent bar prep.
Making excellent progress on the afghan project. . . and I've got yarn in the wings awaiting a log-cabin afghan. This weekend though, I'll work on the cross-stitch project.
That's it. Can't even be bothered to write in complete sentences, today.