I went to see my GP on Friday. He smiled when I walked in the door and said he was glad I had come to see him. I was surprised by such a welcome and asked him why. Because, he said, I like to hear from my patients firsthand rather than read about them in The Irish Times. She was only doing some research on behalf of my blemish as she calls it, I said. Would I ever bypass you? Besides it’s free with the medical card to see you and that clinic on Sandymount Green would probably charge an arm and a leg.
It’s only a smallish brown mark and if I use a concealer it hardly shows, but it does seem to be getting bigger.
It’s not that I’m vain or anything, well only a little bit, but people have been saying weird things to me lately. Is that a bruise on your forehead or it’s a bit early for ashes or I’d get something done about that and one elderly lady said “they used to call them tea stains in my day”.
My good GP is referring me to a dermatologist. It will probably take an age to get an appointment meanwhile I might have to grow a fringe.
That’s not me by the way, in case you’re wondering, just some beautiful model from Google images.
I’ll keep you posted.