Prone, neck turned, eyes facing the new assistant the dermatologistÿpokes my forehead with a novocainÿneedle. The assistant, looks on, chest beginning to heave as if hyper ventilating.ÿ The Doc asks how I’m doin’ and I say, “fine — but what aboutÿ the young lady with the clip boardÿÿ:-) ” The blemish removalÿprocedure complete, he says to me (in seriousness). “you are now in post operative recovery mode — just lie flat there for a few…”, (as if I would go bolt upright, get dizzy and collapse backward). These words were no sooner uttered when he wished me good day and rushed from the little room heading for the next and then immediately theÿassistant, composure restored invited me, “you can sit up now”. Post-Op was maybe, oh, ÿ25 seconds ? Must have been a CYA kinda thing. Heading past the back office counter (accts payable) for the exit to lobby a large truck driver sized arm reaches out and across asÿto snatch my doctors papers, debit card and extract payment. No words spoken but a ‘hold up there not so fast buster’ÿ was implied. What a process.