My first problem is that I have to wear bandaids on my face. The incision from the basal cell isn't healed completely yet. Although I can walk around with my face uncovered here at home, I cannot go out this way. My make-up tonight will consist of some mascara, a touch of eye shadow, light lipstick, and lots of medical tape.
It's a unique look. I'm reasonably certain no one else will be sporting it.
My second problem is that I no longer have a strong memory for names or faces. I used to know everyone's names. I went to both junior high schools -- 7th and 8th at East and 9th at West. By the time I got to high school, I'd met everyone. EVERYONE.
Now I look at people and think, "Do I know you? Are you a spouse of someone? Am I being rude because I cannot place you?"
I blame middle age. Not old age. I am going to live to 121 years old. Well, if cancer doesn't get me first, but that's why I'm wearing the bandaids. Right now it's Me = One, Cancer = Zero.
Party on!
