"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.": HL Mencken
I remember Sanka. It had a great taste all its own.
I went to the dermatologist today and had a chunk cut out of me. Better that than cancer, right? Anyway, the thing that was weird was that the Physician's Assistant who did the removing was talking a blue streak as he hacked away. A bunch of inanities. Maybe the guy was lonesome for company?
Of course he kept yapping while doing the procedure.It was no skin off his nose.So to speak.
Sebastian is hilarious. And ric, good job catching it.
I imagine that those guys see so many things every day that if the stopped and contemplated the parade of skin maladies they face every single working day that they would go crazy.I was lucky - I went in and there were just a few spots that got freezed, er, frozed, that is to say, removed cryogenically, and as luck would have it, the guy doing the work was the head of the entire dermatology department. He knows your cousin, ricpic, just sayin'.
I went to the dermatologist worried about two moles. She pull out an aerosol can, psst psst, and sends me on my way. 2 months later the bill comes, $600, listed as surgery. Geez. At least the insurance knocked it down to $200 and one of the moles never went away.
My theory: that kind of skin contact is intimate work, and talking can help ease the initial awkwardness that occurs when someone enters another's personal space. When I had my hair cut today, I noted something similar. It wasn't a blue streak of inanity, but enough to conversation to bridge the gap and bring us together in the space we were sharing. Some barbers do the same. MrM's passes on tidbits of local news we wouldn't hear otherwise. However, talking can also be a way to cover crunching, cutting and zapping noises, especially so if work on the face, scalp or teeth is involved, as the skull magnifies sounds in those areas and talking gives the ears something else to listen to other than skin frying or teeth being rocked out of their sockets. Even with numbing and no pain, those sounds can be somewhat alarming. My dad, as a dentist, would use that technique, telling stories to distract, similar to listening to a book on tape to pass the miles. I'm glad you got things taken care of, ricpic, even if your ears were assaulted. They should have also been anonymously burning and I pinned Corot's cathedral picture on my studio wall today and talked about it with a friend who stopped by. I really like the idea of stone to cathedral, a small canvas work becoming great, and human to human conversation across the gap.
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