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Tattooed not much longer

I’m having plastic surgery tomorrow morning to remove a portion of my ankle tattoo. It’s due to a red ink allergy most likely and doesn’t appear until the second tattoo!
I’ll show you!

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My red ink allergy a few months ago and the crap that peeled off my ankle everyday!

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My tattoo the day before surgery. No dermatologist would touch it because laser treatments push the toxins into the body, with unknown side effects on the internal organs.
This was not a botched tattoo, it was a heavy metal allergy, most likely mercury!

After pics to post soon! Wish me luck!
See previous posts on this blog!
Think, live, love!
Namaste

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Surgery was awful! I’ve been off my foot for 2 weeks and I’m stir crazy!
I had 30 stitches, 15 internal dissolvable and 15 external stitches that were removed today. The external stitches were removed today and it “over healed”. Anyway, more info later on my healing and recuperation.

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Think, live, love!
Namaste!
April

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Almost 2 months after surgery, it’s still red but so much better. I scrubbed it today with a rag but there is no sign of keloid scaring so that’s a plus!

An author? Like Dr. Seuss?

What the heck? You want me to actually write for a living? For money?
I’ve written my whole life, since I could hold a pen anyway. Before that I’m sure I colored my way through my preschool years with my Aunt Kelly gently telling me my pictures where beautifully artistic. She always had a hand at crayons, carefully staying smooth and within the lines. Me? Not so much!

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I’ve kept diaries, letters, post cards and scrap books as long as I can remember. My life has been documented in my own words since I was five. To think anyone would be interested in reading this blog much less my “great American novel” is dumbfounding to me.
I appreciate those of you that are following me and the comments that I receive. This is a forum meant for answers and more often than not I just relate to you the things that I’ve experienced and seen. My love to your divine light! Namaste!
So… I’ve been writing a novel for years now, actually several novels. I’m completely addicted to reading and love books and learning. I feast on a mind in action which is a curse to my family at times. I can read and drift away in the midst of a noisy, family gathering much like my father does.
One eye in the print and one ear towards the crowd has made me a very good pharmacist with all of the distractions of a busy store. I love my life and only want for everyone to love their life too. We chose it, we live it, so love it!
“The only way out is through”
Robert Frost
I’m finishing my first full length novel as I write this and as I carry on a life filled with children, pick up lines, grocery stores, work and reading. Does that make me a super mom? Oh yeah, right! Not even close. I’m not a cookie baker, except on the first day of school. I’m not a chef, my kids fend for themselves now. I’m certainly not patient but I am kind. My children are my life. Actually all children are my life. I had a wonderful childhood and I ROCK in the fun department! Haha!
My book is a young adult novel based on my own imagination. I’m excited to say that writing is cathartic and I grow each day I write.
So, What are you scared of?
Write what you know. When you’re sad, write. When you’re happy, write. When you have no words but a pen in your hand, write.
My “great American novel” is on post it notes, legal pads and journals.
Just write.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste

Skin cancer

If you follow my blog, you’ll know that I went to the dermatologist to have a tattoo checked out that had failed to heal due to a red ink allergy. While there, I pointed out and itchy, flaky spot that looked like an infected mosquito bite or a pimple. I can’t recall when it appeared but I do recall my clothing and seat belt irritating it this summer. The dermatologist looked at it quickly and believed, as I did, that it was simply an Actinic kerotosis (AK) ( or anAge spot hm mmm!) . She removed it and sent it in for a biopsy since I’m not a child of the sunscreen generation. Suspecting a possible pre-cancerous Basel cell, it surprisingly came back as squamous cell, a more severe form of skin cancer but not as serious as melanoma. Luckily, it was caught early and though I wear sunscreen on my face regularly, the spot on my collar bone may have been caused by sun reflected by my car window. We can never know. Childhood exposure, I was a spring board diver, and later exposure on areas missed by sunscreen. It happens. Please be checked out. Ask your regular physician and follow any referrals to a dermatologist if needed. I’d recommend a plastic surgeon for any larger biopsies, because that’s what they do. And do well! I follow up next week for a final freeze, I hope, and then will see the derm every 6 months for the next year. Not too bad, but I could live without it.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste
April

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