Barnacles and Floaters

Contrary to the title, this post is not about the ocean.  

I wish it were.  But it is about barnacles and floaters.

A few years ago, I had a place on my back that was bothersome.  This was mostly because it was right where the hooks of my bra landed across the middle of my back.  I had Chuck look at it a time or two to see if it was changing or if it looked like something suspicious.  He would take less than a millisecond and declare it fine.  I never felt quite comfortable with his opinion, so I got a second one.

The dermatologist I go to is the most beautiful woman....flawless skin....not a pore is detectable...she literally looks airbrushed.  Not only is she beautiful, but she is extremely kind and good and so popular it can take up to 3 months to get an appointment with her. 

So I made the appointment and waited my 3 months.

When it was finally the moment of my long awaited appointment and she walked in the room with all of her flawless beauty, she declared the spot "a barnacle."  A barnacle of aging.  Just how my skin ages she said matter of factly.  She burned the barnacle off and, my appointment, that I had waited 3 months for, was over in less than 15 minutes...start to finish. Plus, of course, the hour or more I waited in the Waiting Room. 

I tell you this, because a couple of months ago, I noticed another spot in the hairline above my left ear.  It didn't hurt, but it was bothersome and felt like a ......barnacle.  Because I am constantly tucking my hair behind my ear, I would feel it a hundred times a day.  Again, I had Chuck check it out and in the bat of an eye, he said it looked like nothing to him. 

His exact words, "yeah, I see something but it looks like nothing."

But that "nothing" was a barnacle, I just knew it...because it felt the same.  I needed to call that dermatologist and get on her waiting list again.  But I kept forgetting to make that call.  So the other day, I looked up when a customer came in and it happened to be another dermatologist that I had been to a few times years ago.  I asked my co-worker,  "Would it be totally inappropriate for me to see if she'll take a look at my barnacle?"  I said this facetiously...of course.

And as I said it, I reached up to the place above my ear
 but inside my hairline to feel the rough little barnacle. 

And y'all...........

IT WAS GONE!

I am not kidding!  It's gone!

And I swear it was just there the day before this...and only a few days before my co-worker and I were talking about skin stuff....barnacles and such....which is why I asked her the facetious question.  It's been there at least 2 or 3 months. 

What the heck happened? 

Do you think it could be that all the chemicals in my hair products burned that sucker right off?

Whatever, it's gone.

But you know what isn't gone?

The floaters in my eye.

Nope...still dealing with those.

Like looking through a dirty shower glass door.  If you see me and it looks like I'm winking at you, I'm probably not.  Just looking through that bad eye with the good eye closed to check on the progress of my floater.

Talk about fun.  This aging is a riot.

Amen.