After almost continuous slashing for the last six months or so, it becomes a novel interest to see whatever they will slash up next, particularly when there's not much besides irrelevant yap everywhere else. I'll fight for peace, yeah, yeah, yeah.
The ones from yesterday are free at last, free at last from the blasted tape which, every time, has been vastly more infuriating than any pain. The view is larger and more gruesome than I expected at about an inch or so of gouging so we really don't want to see pics of that when we see above the scars fade to almost nothing in a remarkably short time. The pic has been heavily-modified for contrast just to make it visible as my skin doesn't have even close to that color and I guard that diligently.
Don't read this as a tale of woe because it isn't, it just sucks but it's still unusual to behold and the stuff I hate the most is the tape anyway. I imagine that's almost certainly the same with you. I can take the surgery but not that fucking tape (larfs).
The one above is about three inches or so but the really groovy big ones are on my back. I've complained multiple times that the scarring isn't anything like it was from sutures in the past of which there have been many but the dermo docs just laugh.
They did get a bit perturbed when they asked about some of the stuff on my back after I told them the big dark ones are probably from I-71 where it goes through Cincinnati and the marks on my back are where it went through me. A tattoo shop will get you inked-up ... but so will the Interstate. I haven't asked about tattoos but I bet the dermo docs really love those too.
One of the doctors added yesterday there is some type of clothing with a sun block in it and the mechanism sounded chemical ... which sounds completely disgusting but she said she had used this stuff and found it effective when she went to a sun place on holiday. It's apparently available on the Internet and the OCD has started to squirm ... yep, must look.
Here is some from Solumbra from Solar Protection and the clothes don't look so lightweight but they claim high protection. It's unclear from the brochure how they do it.
You already know skin cancer can't be cured but the variable now is what triggers more of it since there's no good reason to deliberately incite it. All possible steps are being taken and Yevette can warrant I never go outside unless completely covered and it's way, way the hell too hot to do that but suck it up.
The blessed storms are advancing on Fort Worth now and regulars may have seen me calling for them all week but the forecasters only just made an announcement a short while ago. Maybe they aren't allowed to say anything until it shows up on their models but they live down here too and know it always goes the same way. Yevette was somewhat disbelieving but she knew it was probably true that storms will come. She had been hoping to get out this weekend with her son but after being dry so long down here she's looking for gullywashers behind this and you don't even want your car in front of those.
This story is regrettably tragic (i.e. not about me) but likely nothing illustrates the point so well as a house took off floating on a flash flood here and a woman and her child were in it. There was no way to reach the house to rescue them so they didn't make it. Make no mistake of the danger of the floods down here and that one was this season or last. It seems the floods kill a whole lot more people than the tornados.
That was regrettable but you can see it wasn't gratuitous evil to shock and annoy. Best for Yevette to sit tight since we're on high ground here and would likely be washed away last.
(Ed: you're seriously the Voice of Reason?)
Sometimes. Ain't that a kick in the head (larfs).
The ones from yesterday are free at last, free at last from the blasted tape which, every time, has been vastly more infuriating than any pain. The view is larger and more gruesome than I expected at about an inch or so of gouging so we really don't want to see pics of that when we see above the scars fade to almost nothing in a remarkably short time. The pic has been heavily-modified for contrast just to make it visible as my skin doesn't have even close to that color and I guard that diligently.
Don't read this as a tale of woe because it isn't, it just sucks but it's still unusual to behold and the stuff I hate the most is the tape anyway. I imagine that's almost certainly the same with you. I can take the surgery but not that fucking tape (larfs).
The one above is about three inches or so but the really groovy big ones are on my back. I've complained multiple times that the scarring isn't anything like it was from sutures in the past of which there have been many but the dermo docs just laugh.
They did get a bit perturbed when they asked about some of the stuff on my back after I told them the big dark ones are probably from I-71 where it goes through Cincinnati and the marks on my back are where it went through me. A tattoo shop will get you inked-up ... but so will the Interstate. I haven't asked about tattoos but I bet the dermo docs really love those too.
One of the doctors added yesterday there is some type of clothing with a sun block in it and the mechanism sounded chemical ... which sounds completely disgusting but she said she had used this stuff and found it effective when she went to a sun place on holiday. It's apparently available on the Internet and the OCD has started to squirm ... yep, must look.
Here is some from Solumbra from Solar Protection and the clothes don't look so lightweight but they claim high protection. It's unclear from the brochure how they do it.
You already know skin cancer can't be cured but the variable now is what triggers more of it since there's no good reason to deliberately incite it. All possible steps are being taken and Yevette can warrant I never go outside unless completely covered and it's way, way the hell too hot to do that but suck it up.
The blessed storms are advancing on Fort Worth now and regulars may have seen me calling for them all week but the forecasters only just made an announcement a short while ago. Maybe they aren't allowed to say anything until it shows up on their models but they live down here too and know it always goes the same way. Yevette was somewhat disbelieving but she knew it was probably true that storms will come. She had been hoping to get out this weekend with her son but after being dry so long down here she's looking for gullywashers behind this and you don't even want your car in front of those.
This story is regrettably tragic (i.e. not about me) but likely nothing illustrates the point so well as a house took off floating on a flash flood here and a woman and her child were in it. There was no way to reach the house to rescue them so they didn't make it. Make no mistake of the danger of the floods down here and that one was this season or last. It seems the floods kill a whole lot more people than the tornados.
That was regrettable but you can see it wasn't gratuitous evil to shock and annoy. Best for Yevette to sit tight since we're on high ground here and would likely be washed away last.
(Ed: you're seriously the Voice of Reason?)
Sometimes. Ain't that a kick in the head (larfs).
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