So yesterday was the Mohs surgery on my face, right near my eye, causing complications. Among other things, doctor and staff alarmed at my extremely high bp, way beyond dangerous, way out of my normal rather high range.
She concluded it was the extreme anxiety of the procedure. We went ahead, took four+hours, and I'm operating out of one eye today, other one swollen shut. Very dramatic.
Back next week to remove the very complex stitches needed, location being key.
And today I'm icing, monitoring bp, which is falling gradually, and following this morning's doctor's orders to take it easy. That had been my plan, but Handsome Son was on standby in case I needed an Rx run. I can't drive until I can see out of both eyes.
So this that was exciting, very good doctor, specialist in this surgery, which is why my derma referred me. I have hopes that scarring won't be a thing.
Meanwhile one of the displacement activities of the day before was to make a pizza.
Hot sausage and mushroom, extra tomatoes, thin crust. I had some, and left some for handsome Son to reheat for lunch yesterday, just as well, he was on hold for me till nearly 3pm. He very much approved of it.
I didn't didn't make the crust for once, from Misfits market, and really good.
Today primary doctor's instructions on hearing bp adventures are to take it easy today, exactly what I planned. And thank you, friends who have been so supportive and helpful through the weeks of this soul-trying gig.
Meanwhile if you're knitting at warp speed for Christmas, Maggie Rudy's got your number.















