Saturday, it did not look good, I admitted during my appointment today, giving the dermatologist details.
That concerned him.
But then, as he got a look at the site of the staph infection, it turned out it had gotten much better under there in the interim and I exclaimed my relief as he peeled back part of the bag. He looked in my eyes, knowing what I needed to know, and told me, his voice sharing his own relief, “I see nothing now that would give a surgeon pause before going ahead.”
Thank goodness.
A very small part of my brain that I’ve been squelching hard wants to pipe up with, No? Are you sure? Could you, like, maybe, look harder?