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The Treatment

This is what I took to the dermatologist for my skin treatment, which was supposed to take two hours but only went an hour and a half because I didn't ask for a break. I had my face cleaned with acetone (very smelly) and then covered with medicine (ditto) and sat in the waiting room for an hour. While waiting I ate my breakfast, read the beginning of one of Tilly Rose's stitch books, and did some work for the day job on my smart keypad.

The nurse came to take me to have the light treatment. That was sitting with my eyes closed for thirty minutes while a wrap-around light device did the work. It was mildly uncomfortable, but no big deal.

I'm home now, and must stay indoors for the next two days as the medication and treatment slough off the precancerous patches from my face. It's a bit itchy, and I have some minor swelling happening around my eyes, but I don't think it will amount to much. Modern medicine really is marvelous.

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