The Dog Days of Blogging

Aaaagggghhhh!!! I'm screaming because I am frustrated that I haven't blogged in a week. My mom came back to town and zapped my blogging momentum. It's either that, or it's just too hot, but we have air conditioning, so it must be my mom. She went home yesterday and now I'm back to my routine. I enjoyed her stay very much, but I just lose my professionalism when she's here. My apologies.

I went to the dermatologist today to get a full body check for skin cancer because I am super paranoid after spending my childhood and teenage years baking in the sun to get the perfect tan. I had to fill out some brief paperwork at the office. It asked the routine questions such as my medical history, etc. The questions were listed as such:

Do you have any history of:
Diabetes Yes No
High blood pressure Yes No
Heart Disease Yes No
Stroke Yes No
Seizures Yes No
Cancer Yes No
Have you had any surgical procedures in the past year? Yes No
Do you smoke? Yes No
Do you drink alcohol? Yes No
What are your hobbies?_____________

What are my hobbies? Is this a single doctor looking for the perfect match and someone who is healthy and shares the same interests? Of course I wrote, "blogging." Then I got to thinking that they are probably looking to see if you spend a lot of time outside doing hobbies such as hiking and surfing that would increase your chances of skin cancer. I should've wrote, "Don't worry, I'm just a pasty, white, married mother of six that rarely goes outside during peak sun hours." But I suppose "blogging" is a pretty good indicator of that.

Oh, yes, and my skin check was good. No signs of skin cancer, just dandruff. When the appointment was through she told me she wanted to see me back in two months for my "seborrheic dermatitis." Ok. Whatever. You mean you want to see me back in two months so you can collect some more money. I think I can handle my dandruff just fine. Plus nobody every sees my flaky scalp except for my husband, my children, and the family who sits behind us at church.

One cool thing that happened today is that I knocked Emily's loose tooth out. She was beside me and I quickly turned and elbowed her in the mouth (on accident.) She looked at me and spit her tooth out. I laughed and she cried. I don't think it really hurt her. I think it just stunned her. I'm just glad we don't have to go through a day of her miserably enduring a dangling tooth and not eating because she doesn't want to pull it out. That was tooth #6. Yeah!