I am not a happy chappy.
Last Tuesday my dermatologist operated to remove a basal skin cancer from my forehead. The result is that under the bandages there is a huge inverted T cut made to prevent creating a permanently raised eyebrow.
At first I had pressure bandages on top and wrapped right around my head. They made sleep near impossible. I removed them as directed on Wednesday morning and went to work. However as the doctor advised I now have a huge black eye. (This is not mine, I have brown eyes, but you get the picture).
The stitches come out next Tuesday,
Working in a library of adolescents, I fielded lots of questions and tried to advise them to slip, slap, slop as I had sunbaked too much when their age. One obnoxious child told me that sunbaking was girly and gay. Perhaps I should have stressed the surfing rather than lying on the beach part of those days of my youth.
Now that my two days of work are over, I am just sitting at home feeling sorry for myself.
I am working one day next week then my current stint will be over, I will have worked 13 days in 7 weeks. I have been asked back for 4 days over 2 weeks at the end of August. The women I work with are very nice, most of the students (above example excepted) are reasonable but the drive each way is long, meaning I am away from home for 9 and half hours. However the money is too good to refuse.
When a young person dies
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