This was from this morning's walk - outside an open garage down the street - beige and slumped. Only it's in bright sunlight, and I'm not allowed bright lights of any kind - not just sunlight, but interior lights - until 48 hours are up, or more like 40, now... I have a tendency to develop actinic keratoses on my face and scalp (my father was the same), which have a 5-10 % chance of turning into cancer (two of them did so last year, and had to be painfully if efficiently excised). So today at USC's Keck Hospital I was given light therapy treatment to try, we hope, to zap them for a while. This means being covered with an ointment for an hour (itch itch itch, like little spiders with claws crawling over one's skin), and then being put under a kind of cone (always ominous when people say "are you claustrophic?") for 16 minutes 40 seconds (precisely), while all the affected bits itch more, and smart, and burn. Then I came home and literally fell asleep in a darkened room for a couple of hours. I never do that (except after Covid vaccines). By now my face is red and lumpy and lobster like - let us hope it subsides by Friday's Graduate Welcome Back Breakfast, which will be my first outing into daylight. If I look as I currently do, I guess I'll try and borrow a beekeeper's outfit or something else that should cover my face effectively.
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