Head issues

Sometimes I wonder if maybe I have a mild case of Tourette Syndrome, particularly when I read some of my blog posts. Y'see, the thoughts in my head don't sound as mean or profane as some of the stuff I end up writing (or saying). I really don't know why it comes out that way, just as I don't know why I so easily embarrass myself when I write e-mails to people like Lidia. I also have some quirks that may be described as tics. Nothing major, but it does make me wonder occasionally.

The dermatologist people took a chunk out of my nose Monday. If you know me and have spent time around me, you may be familiar with the mole on the side of my nose. (I rarely notice it myself because my nose is kind of positioned below my eyes.) Well, there isn't a mole there anymore because they gouged a big ditch for a biopsy. I'm supposed to give it a lot of attention for two weeks to make it heal correctly, but come Friday I'm not going to be able to give it all the attention it requires, due to time limits and the unnecessary weight the supplies will add to my pack.

Whenever I get several days to relax, I still hurt pretty constantly. It's like all that weight on my back compacts me over time and now my body needs to spring back into its normal shape. The feet especially.

Lidia, I don't know if you read this blog regularly, but I'm 99 percent certain you did read the posts to which I linked in my e-mail to you. (See, I'm probably about to embarrass myself again.) I can't read your thoughts, but I feel like you want to say much more to me than you have already. Maybe you're just hesitant because the public nature of your job makes you an easy target if you don't say precisely the right things in private e-mails. I don't know, but I need to forget you again if you don't start participating a little more in our correspondence. I'm going to remove your last name completely from this blog, OK. I really want to hear from you again.

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