LOL! As I’m wont to call my North Central district of (un)lovely Phoenix, Lovely Uptown Phoenix may still have a few lovely enough neighborhoods, but no part of it is centrally located, as the “uptown” sobriquet implies. The Valley is now one long, gooey swath of sub-suburbs. You drive until you’re blue in the face to get where you’re going, and then you drive some more. Reverse and repeat to get home.
I need to go to the dermatologist. Something weird is happening to my paws: the fingernails are lifting off the nail beds. No obvious reason for this to happen. All I know is that it hurts. And the stuff the defunct Young Dr. Kildare’s partner prescribed does exactly nothing to help.
So…that means more driving driving driving, more hassle hassle hassle, more dollars dumped at the pharmacy.
If I thought whatever this is would go away, I’d leave it alone and just wait. But…it’s NOT going away. To the contrary, it’s fast getting worse.
Gosh, I don’t feel like driving from pillar to post. On the other hand, this…Thing, whatever it is, seems to be getting worse. Fast.
Let’s try calling YDK’s ex-partner again…see if we can get in today. (Fat chance, eh?)
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Yea, verily! SERIOUSLY fat chance!! Got in this very afternoon!
Gosh….that’s kinda amazing!
Trouble is, it suggests they think it could be something serious. And that’s something I could do without.
Soooo…it’s likely to be even more amazing if they come up with a nostrum that works.
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hmmmmm…. Y’know, there’s a Basha’s grocery store (local chain comparable to Safeway) in the shopping center right across the road from YDK’s office. Hmmm….
If I were getting YDK prescriptions filled there, all I’d have to do is go across the street. Wouldn’t have to circle back into the neighborhood and fight my way through 87 berjillion no-left-turn intersections to get to the Safeway.
It’s only 91 degrees out here on the shady front patio. Humidity: 14%. Doesn’t seem that bad…but gosh, it’s muggy! In Yarnell, near the long-lamented ranch, humidity is only 6%. How do I wish I were there? Lemme count the ways…
My dear friend Elaine used to shop in that Basha’s. She lived in the surrounding tract, known as Moon Valley. After her husband died, she went back east to be with her relatives. Nothing more has been heard from her, and indeed, I believe she herself is now “late.” As they say. They were some years older than I, back in the day when we spent much of our spare time hanging out together.
hmmmmm….yeah. It sez here, sez DuckDuckGo, that she died in 2024. Well…that’s not surprising — she was skateboarding toward the end when last seen, well into her 80s. But it’s too bad.
waitwaitwait! Here’s a photo of the Dear Departed, and eeek! That’s not OUR Elaine.
Hmmmm….
{sigh}
Well, she was quite a few years older than me, and I was no spring chicken when we met. Sooo…she’s surely moved on from this earthly plane by now.
{sigh x 10 to the 12th power….}
And while we’re sighing, let us move on to {MOAN!} How do I not want to blow away half the afternoon traipsing to a doctor’s office and a pharmacy? Let me count the ways…
According to the Grand Expert in the Sky (i.e., the Internet), nails lift off their bed for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is a fungal infection. That will entail gulping down an anti-fungal drug, which, as usual, is just about guaranteed to make me good & sick.
I can hardly wait…
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ohhhkayyyy….so…i waited….
She didn’t have the faintest.
Holeee sh!t! Is there some REASON why we pay for insurance and in-person visits to see doctors?
Oh. Yeah. So they can afford to go out to dinner, right?
/eyeroll/