My BooBooBooB has a booboo. I am calling it my BooBooBooBBooBoo. Poo! As you can see, I bought an “O”. Yes I actually have a spot that has decided to show its ugly head. The other night I said “Hey Scott, come and look at this.” (He is my nurse after all.) “Hmmmmm looks like a spot” So we decided to leave it alone and look at it in the morning.
Morning comes and you guessed it, the spot did not disappear. So I called the surgeon and BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH go see my primary care physician, BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH, find an appointment buddy, BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH, you have a skin ulcer, BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH……….Didn’t think you needed to hear the boring details. I have a skin ulcer. It is on the right breast which is now definitely not my favorite of the two. We are not sure how it formed, but needs to be treated with basic wound care, Bacitracin and bandages. Yucky.
Scott comes home from work and I say, “Hey honey! Guess what you get to do! Along with stripping the drain tube and measuring the output you get to take care of my skin ulcer.” I don’t think the last part of the previous statement was exactly what he had in mind when I said the whole hey honey, guess what you get to do part.
As I am being ministered to, I looked at Scott and said “You know, some couples just have drinks before dinner.”