The First Post

So this is it. The beginning of my blog. What could I possibly be writing about, and why on earth do I think that anyone might want to read it? To tell you the truth, I don't care if anyone reads it. It's just that ever since this journey started (well at least the first bump in the journey) a few weeks ago, I've been wanted to express myself. Thank you Madonna, hey hey hey.

So the look, the title and everything else is just a first kick at the can until I get the hang of this. My BFF, we'll call her "W" (for things such as wonderful, woman etc.) started a blog almost a year ago (at my behest, if I do say so myself) and she's done a great job at it. Her blog though, makes you hungry. Really hungry. And it makes me look at my dinner (when I have to make it myself) and say, ho hum. My blog however, will not make you hungry, unless you are some sort of sicko. Hopefully my blog will make you take a closer look at yourself.... in particular, your skin.

Thus the title, Getting Under My Skin. This is not going to be a bitch and complain blog, no list of things that tick me off (well, maybe once in a while?), but more about knowing your skin, the largest organ in your body! I'll start at the beginning, but for now, I will say the following words of wisdom: Don't Worry! Got it? Don't worry. So, now that we've got that sorted out, I will tell you that last Thursday I was told I had BCC. Another acronym to throw around, BCC. Basal Cell Carcinoma. Now, remember, I told you NOT TO WORRY. This is no big whoop. Most of all, it's not on my gorgeous face, so it's really of no imminent concern!!!! I mean really, if it were on my face, as vain and superficial as I am, this would be a disaster. But its on my back. And since my bikini wearing days ended when I was potty trained, I'm not too worried about more sun exposure or scars. Besides, I think scars are awesome. My friend was told that he looked like the singer Seal, and I thought that was awesome. That guy is cool. I don't know how he got his scars on his face, but they are very cool.

Anyway, over the past few years I've had 10 pieces of skin removed, mostly on my back. Two weeks ago, I had 3 removed; two on my back and one, as I told my mother, over the thing that rhymes with "dipple". 10 stiches and two weeks later, the dermatologist tells me oh so non-chalantly, "You have basal cell carcinoma, but don't worry, we don't see it this young." I'm sorry, but I'm not following your logic. Anyway, this whole meeting was a disaster, because not only did she not give me any information on BCC, and dismissed two other skin lesions that look like the one that is BCC, when we got home (my hubby came with me), we realised that when she took out the stitches, she FORGOT one. Hello?????? Ok, so let's sum up this visit (which I worried about for over a week since I knew, I just knew, that something wasn't right): "Hi, oh, you have BCC, so let's take out your stitches. OK, so come back in two months for some surgery on that BCC, and don't worry about the other lesions, you're too young. See ya!"

There's so much more that I want to write, but darlings, I have a hair appointment! Hair trumps blog. Sorry! I'll be back later to tell the rest of the story - yes, there's more!!! I'll even post pictures of the wounds, just to keep this interesting.

Peace Out!