I’ve officially been “visit-the-dermatologist-anually” years-old since 2014. What I’ve learned in the intervening 11 years is that these appointments with Dr. Weiss are usually quick and painless but sometimes unexpectedly concerning. My Darling Beloved remains vigilant about my health, and when I catch her gazing longingly at my ruggedly handsome features, I have learned that … Continue reading Skin deep
My Darling Beloved forbids me from ascending a ladder. Stepstools are borderline. Climbing on anything not built with the intention of helping you reach high places is an absolute no-no. She would much rather pay someone to go on the roof and clean the gutters than have me attempt such a life-threatening maneuver. I have … Continue reading Free falling
I could see fine until I was 18. My distance vision began to blur my senior year of high school, and I became a glasses wearer right before I went off to college. I switched to contacts sometime in my early twenties. My active lifestyle called for fewer objects on my head while I did … Continue reading Progressive progress
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