My surgery sites are healing well and I went to see the plastic surgeon on Tuesday. I have to go in 6-8 weeks for the tattooing of the areolas. Then he checks me a month after to see if they need to be done again due to fading. Its a good thing I have all this time because I am making him socks and havent finished them yet.
My DH went to the dermatologist last week to have a suspicious area on his arm looked at that wasnt healing properly. They removed it and we got some bad news yesterday. He received part of the preliminary pathology report yesterday. Its squamous cell carcinoma. My DH has skin cancer and I am freaking out. He has to go back next week to have more removed to see if they can get clean margins and also to see if it has spread deeper. If they get clean margins then he's done. No more surgery and check ups every 3 months. If its deeper then he has to go through some nasty sh*t that I dont even want to think about right now. Please pray for him and send all the healing thoughts you can his way because I dont know what I would do without him, hes my best friend. Ok, I have to stop crying right now.
Lets see what other good news can I share? Oh, yes! Yesterday while checking my bank account statement I found a bunch of unauthaurized charges there! I called them immediately to report fraud and we got all the paperwork going today. So now we are without a debit card until the new ones arrive in the mail next week. What a pain in the a**. I had to take some cash out of the bank. Who the heck uses cash anymore when you have debit cards. They have made our lives so easy that we are spoiled having them. I am just happy that this issue will be solved within 10 days (I hope).
After I went to the bank to clear up this mess we headed to the DMV to register our car. We purchased the car when the lease ended to we had to go to the DMV to get all the paperwork re-done to state that it was a buy out and no longer a lease. Everything was going smoothly when the lady told me that they couldnt process my paperwork because I was delinquent in paying my property tax on MY OTHER CAR!!! First of all, I wasnt delinquent on anything and I paid it on 3/6. She got me so mad that I started to cry and she then told me not to raise my voice to her! I explained nicely that I did pay and that all they had to do was call the tax office in my town and they would tell them I did pay. She told me that I needed proof by showing them a receipt. I then reminded her by showing her the list of things they tell you to bring with you when registering a car and that was not one of them on the list. If it was I would have brought it! The arguement continued and then it came out of my mouth (and believe me I didnt want it to but I had no choice because the people that work there have no souls) that I was sick and unable to come back. I think what I said and the fact that the sheet didnt say I needed to bring the receipt made her say, "please sit down and I will call them to see if you are delinquent".
As I sat down I met a lovely couple from Germany who have been living in the Midwest for years and just moved here and were having problems also. We talked about how much we hated to come to the DMV and that NY, NJ and CT are the worse. He said that when he lived in Missouri that it was a pleasure to go to the DMV and they were in and out within 15 minutes. That would NEVER happen here so dream on I said! After I filled out another form that the lady told me I filled out wrong she told me to go back to the lady that was originally taking care of me. She handed me back all the paperwork except for my drivers license. I asked her if I could please have it back and she then said, "I havent seen it, I dont have it, you must have it". OK now there is actual flames and fire shooting out of my head and I am MAD beyond all belief. Good thing I had some Ativan with me because I took some of that to calm me down and prevent a mass casualty incident from occuring. It was then my turn with the lady and I asked her for my license and we went through the same crap about her not seeing it and so on. Finally they found it and quess where it was? On the dumb beotches desk!!!! Oh yeah, you havent seen it, you only LEFT IT ON YOUR DESK DUMB A**!!! Have I mentioned how much I hate the DMV? She then hands me new plates for the car which I did not want because I wanted to keep my old ones. The old ones match my DH's because the only difference between the two is one number and they come in a succession like 837 and 838. Now I got very emotional and started to cry to myself. The lady saw this (because I told her the reason I wanted to keep the plates and not get new ones) and said that she was sorry. She also said that the bank needed to mail me a special form to keep the plates. Thats a load of crap. I wanted to say, "you mean that you might have to do some work if I wanted to keep my plates and your to f-ing lazy to do that right?" I let it go because we wasted so much time there that my DD was getting out of school and we had to pick her up. I wrote her a check and while I was doing that she said, "you said you were sick, whats the matter with you?" She and her co-worker pissed me off so much because they treat people like crap in there that I didnt mind saying, "Cancer" Oh, I'm sorry she replied and then she has the nerve to say, "Everything will get better dont you worry." Shut the F up lady and give me my crap so I can get the flock out of here. Bite me too. So I had to tell you about this crazy DMV experience and I am sure many of you have had similar things happen. They are so antiquated in how they run that place its ridiculous.
In knitting news I am trying to make a tank top out of the Tilli Thomas silk I bought but havent found anything thats going to work. I think I am going to crochet something with it. Not sure about that. I also have the Dr's socks and the Blue Moon socks on the needles. My DH's co-worker is giving birth any day now and I think I am going to make another Mason Dixon Kimono. I am waiting to see if the baby is a boy or girl to make an appropriate color. Maybe I'll chose a color thats unisex and start now.
Here is a cute picture of the day since I dont have any knitting ones to post. The fist doggie is our short haired black and tan doxie who is the second oldest of the 3 and the second is our long haired youngin' who is only 5. Our other doxie, the old man, who is going to be 12 this year, didnt want to take any pictures. He was being shy! That kid with them is our son in a rare, happy moment. He's usually grumpy.