So yesterday Scott had a mole removed from his face, which required a couple of stitches. Fortunately his recovery wasn’t anywhere near as dramatic as the last mole he had removed, which was so blog worthy, it made it into a Friday Five. You can read the whole blog post right here, but in the meantime, here’s a snippet of the post which of course is this week’s Blast From The Past….
On Wednesday, Scott had to get a mole removed from the back of his neck. It had been sitting there for ages looking all weird and gross, so I was relieved when he finally did something about it. The procedure itself was fairly quick and 20 minutes after walking into the surgery, he was walking back out. Looking very, um, pale.
Now a couple of years ago my dad had open heart surgery and when we went to visit him in intensive care, Scott took one look at Dad lying there in an induced coma and promptly fainted. Which wasn’t at all irritating for the nurses who had other pesky things to do like monitor life support systems and top up blood supplies. So when he walked out of the dermatologists office looking a very odd shade of beige, I thought to myself “Oh FFS, here we go again” before telling him to sit down, put his head between his legs and stay there until the need to fall flat on the floor goes away.
Scott reluctantly did as he was told (what is it with men not following medical advice? I mean I’ve got a Senior First Aid Certificate that expired 4 years ago, so I’m fairly sure I know what I’m doing) while I flapped about getting him a drink of water and rolling my eyes smiling politely at the young girl on reception. Who, btw, looked very concerned/nervous about the possible fainting scenario unfolding in her waiting area, because let’s face it, 40 looks really old when you’re 19, so I’m fairly sure she was thinking something along the lines of, “Holy crap, this old guy is totes going to cark it in front of me. I wonder if I should call an ambulance? Nah, that nice young lady looking after him seems to have everything under control. I reckon I’ll just instagram it instead.”
Not the receptionists instagram picture
After 10 minutes of waiting for Scott to man up recover, we headed out the door. As he got into the car, Scott thanked me for looking after him and I was just about to reply when he continued with, “But I have to say, you’re very bossy in emergency situations.”
Finally. A card made just for me.
This of course led me to give him quite the talking to about what actually constitutes an ’emergency situation’ (loosing a limb, for example? I’d say that’s a yes. Almost fainting because you’re a bit scared of all things medical? I’d say that’s a no) And then I politely suggested that I wasn’t actually being bossy, but rather I was saving him from the embarrassment of fainting on an electric blue vinyl floor and perhaps he was actually being just a little bit unco-operative? It was then that Scott revealed he probably almost fainted because he hadn’t eaten anything all day. Cue more eye rolling supportive words from me as I swung into a bakery and purchased Scott a large cheese and bacon roll with a coke chaser, which 5 minutes after inhaling, Scott announced he was feeling much better.
Moral of the story? Carbs and Sugar really do cure everything.
Should you ever need to whip up a large dose of carbs and sugar in a crisis situation, my chocolate chip cake recipe should do the trick!
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