I am back from my six-month checkup at the dermatologist.
Which almost didn't happen. They had no record of my appointment, and I had long ago tossed the handwritten card they give you. So first, the receptionist said if I could stick around for half an hour, another doctor could see me because mine is booked solid. I said okay, but five minutes later they somehow worked it out with mine and he took me. This place is good, and hard to get into, so I'm glad for that. A few freezings, and I'm good for another six months. And I'm never again throwing away those appointment cards.