When I am nervous, especially around doctors of any sort, I tend to gab.

I headed across Central Park armed with no knowledge and a defective arm.

I met the doctor whose reputation proceeded him and subsequently learned a lot about the Harvard grad as he got under my skin during our first encounter.

I went to town and was a better talk show host than Oprah.

In my role as publicist I do have a unique talent for drawing people out.

I was distracted with my head turned as far right as Marjorie Taylor Greene.

It’s a good thing because I cannot even handle a bleeding hangnail.

It was over before I knew it and the multiple injections quelled the pain.

Now, armed with patience, large bandages and Aquaphor, I await the healing process and a, hopefully, negative biopsy.