Stitches were removed today and I asked how many but Carlos said it was one stitch which snaked all over the place. So that's done and there was no indication of any additional cancer. I had thought if it turns up malignant, you're screwed and it's only a question of how screwed. My understanding from this experience is so long as skin cancer doesn't break through the skin's firewall below the visible skin then, malignant or no, they may be able to wipe it out altogether. That means no radiation nor chemo for the Silas.
There will be a full dermatology workup over at Dallas and that will wrap all biological business for the moment.
The bigger news was while waiting because some ol' guy got upset and said it was taking too long while he wandered out of the waiting area in a huff. After he had left, I said to Yevette and easily audible to others, "I'm too old to be in a hurry. I just want something to eat."
That got laughs all 'round.
On the way back, the food theme was still strongly alive and the thinking was McDonald's for cheap, hot, and fast. That thought was not attractive to either of us because the food is expensive and it sucks. Then I spotted Le's Chinese Restaurant in a converted convenience store along the way. There were multiple cars in the parking lot so that meant either this is Chinese Mafia or they have got some great chow.
(Ed: or both)
Good point. Yes, it could have been Chinese Mafia and also great food.
Note: it was a lovely place with lovely people running it. This was obviously a family business and I love to see those succeed. They are remodeling the other half of the ex-convenience store so it seems business goes well. Here's a link to a review which has surprising drama in it, Restaurant review: Le’s Wok Asian Food in Fort Worth. For pricing, the curry chicken lunch price was six dollars with a huge pile of your choice of rice. Reasonably priced, great taste in food and lots of it, and lovely people. (The article mentions 'uber-trendy' for the area and who knows what that even means but I was dressed in pajama pants so I doubt I fulfilled any trend.)
Curry chicken. Well. It's been years, at least three or four, since I have sat down at a table to a meal. This was one grand treat and it didn't cost more than McDonald's because they brought such a pile of food, it'll go two sittings easily.
(Ed: if you show a picture of the meal, you will be murdered)
Nooooo, that's not the punchline. The fortune cookie is the punchline: man who gets shipwrecked a second time cannot blame it on Neptune.
Um, what? We're guessing it means if you sail again after you crash the first time then you're the dumbass and don't try blaming it on Neptune.
There was another one on a church along the way with a sign out in front: Keep the Word in your Heart.
The obvious question is which one but the preacher will only say God's word, likely without anticipating he will get the same question: which of God's words. Maybe then he will say all of them but we will already be gone because we will try our luck with Neptune.
That church is great for signs like that and one of their better efforts previously was: Pray for West Africa.
So, wtf about east Africa, padre?
Some honesty in church signs would be good. For example: Don't Be an Asshole.
(Ed: are you bashing the church?)
Get a grip, if you possibly can, Evangelidonut. You go back to convincing people dinosaurs and men were on the planet at the same time and we will get on with, well, reality.
(Ed: yes, a godless reality!)
You're sliding, Slippery Sam. God does just fine in this reality but idiots not so much. Talk to Neptune and maybe you can work something out with him.
But ... since we love you ... here is the coolest snowy owl pic anyone has seen all week.
We will have a brief moment of reverent silence as we consider the pair of snowy owls which came to live on Hosea Avenue for a week or two when maybe they were migrating. They're so large and such magnificent creatures they strike a real awe. Even the neighborhood kids felt we were being honored by their presence.
There will be a full dermatology workup over at Dallas and that will wrap all biological business for the moment.
The bigger news was while waiting because some ol' guy got upset and said it was taking too long while he wandered out of the waiting area in a huff. After he had left, I said to Yevette and easily audible to others, "I'm too old to be in a hurry. I just want something to eat."
That got laughs all 'round.
On the way back, the food theme was still strongly alive and the thinking was McDonald's for cheap, hot, and fast. That thought was not attractive to either of us because the food is expensive and it sucks. Then I spotted Le's Chinese Restaurant in a converted convenience store along the way. There were multiple cars in the parking lot so that meant either this is Chinese Mafia or they have got some great chow.
(Ed: or both)
Good point. Yes, it could have been Chinese Mafia and also great food.
Note: it was a lovely place with lovely people running it. This was obviously a family business and I love to see those succeed. They are remodeling the other half of the ex-convenience store so it seems business goes well. Here's a link to a review which has surprising drama in it, Restaurant review: Le’s Wok Asian Food in Fort Worth. For pricing, the curry chicken lunch price was six dollars with a huge pile of your choice of rice. Reasonably priced, great taste in food and lots of it, and lovely people. (The article mentions 'uber-trendy' for the area and who knows what that even means but I was dressed in pajama pants so I doubt I fulfilled any trend.)
Curry chicken. Well. It's been years, at least three or four, since I have sat down at a table to a meal. This was one grand treat and it didn't cost more than McDonald's because they brought such a pile of food, it'll go two sittings easily.
(Ed: if you show a picture of the meal, you will be murdered)
Nooooo, that's not the punchline. The fortune cookie is the punchline: man who gets shipwrecked a second time cannot blame it on Neptune.
Um, what? We're guessing it means if you sail again after you crash the first time then you're the dumbass and don't try blaming it on Neptune.
There was another one on a church along the way with a sign out in front: Keep the Word in your Heart.
The obvious question is which one but the preacher will only say God's word, likely without anticipating he will get the same question: which of God's words. Maybe then he will say all of them but we will already be gone because we will try our luck with Neptune.
That church is great for signs like that and one of their better efforts previously was: Pray for West Africa.
So, wtf about east Africa, padre?
Some honesty in church signs would be good. For example: Don't Be an Asshole.
(Ed: are you bashing the church?)
Get a grip, if you possibly can, Evangelidonut. You go back to convincing people dinosaurs and men were on the planet at the same time and we will get on with, well, reality.
(Ed: yes, a godless reality!)
You're sliding, Slippery Sam. God does just fine in this reality but idiots not so much. Talk to Neptune and maybe you can work something out with him.
But ... since we love you ... here is the coolest snowy owl pic anyone has seen all week.
We will have a brief moment of reverent silence as we consider the pair of snowy owls which came to live on Hosea Avenue for a week or two when maybe they were migrating. They're so large and such magnificent creatures they strike a real awe. Even the neighborhood kids felt we were being honored by their presence.
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