Hey, if I had to wait, you can wait till the end of the post at least for the results.

Port Lincoln → Coffin Bay

As it happens I’m bone tired, my back is hurting and there was nothing to see.

That’s not entirely true. There were a few places of interest, but as my travel partner has four legs as opposed to two, we weren’t allowed in.

Discovery Parks Coffin Bay

I arrived at the campsite completely spent and quickly made my way to my pitch and passed out.

Not before getting my hands on some smelly balls.

A stitch in time saves nine, or does it?

In the shortest version possible, the very next day my stitch came out. A lady I asked to affix my new dressing told me there was a hole in my back and I should go to a hospital. She, it turns out, is a retired nurse, so I followed her advice.

I went to reception and asked where the nearest medical place was. She kindly informed me that, as it was Saturday, I would have to go to Cummins, a mere 67 km away.

The “for fugs sake” that left my mouth could have been heard in Germany.

She also very strangely said to me, “while you’re there, make sure you go to the toilet.”

Cummins Hospital

So off I tootle to Cummins. I fill in some forms and await the doctor.

Enter Dr. McDreamy, err, I mean McSteamy, err McVet?

In fairness, he did tell me his name, but by this point I was drooling and my brain was malfunctioning. He shall now be known as Dr. McSurfy.

Grey’s Anatomy fans: IYKYK.

I don’t really recall much of the examination as I was trying my best not to talk. However, upon him having his hands on my back and feeling around the wound, he asked if I was bothered about the aesthetics?

Of course, I answered, “I’m not bothered; I can’t see it, but someone standing where you are might be.”

And that’s the story of how I got a second stitch whilst simultaneously wondering if the floor would swallow me whole.

Only for me to embarrass myself further as he told me to hop on the bed. I did so, but on all fours. Not exactly what he had in mind.

As he was stitching me back together, he casually said, “How Aussie of you, coming over and getting skin cancer…”

I’ve never felt more at home than I did in this moment.

Stitch completed, this time with a dissolvable, and a surf beach recommendation, I was good to go.

Additionally, I was told that if I hadn’t, I should go and use the public toilets.

WTFugg?

Cummins Railway Triangle Park

Or should this be subtitled “Cummins Public Toilet”?

Never one to let curiosity get the better of me, I headed off to the public toilets, and well, I wasn’t disappointed. Initially confused but pleasantly surprised.,

Apparently ranked Number One in the international Toilet Tourism Awards. Yes that is a real thing!

Situated in Railway Triangle Park amongst a small dedication to the Rail history of Cummins.

Coffin Bay

Another wonderful place full of gorgeous places to visit, all locked behind the National Park Curtain.

Whilst I fully understand the need to protect wildlife and conservation, it has yet to be proven that dogs are the cause of global warming or indeed responsible for the current shit show we find ourselves living in.

But dayumm, the parts we were allowed in were chock full of jetties. Wahooooo.

And some other interesting animals.

In case you’re wondering, that’s a first on the list of things that I have seen that can kill or maim you in Australia: the Lion’s Mane jellyfish!

Ok so this is normally where I would rant on about my everlasting singleness or woes in general.

I might even usually throw in a bush tucker bingo.

It seems only fair, as you have come this far, to let you know the biopsy results.

Look forward to that in next week’s post….

..,.

Only joking Moomins.

Results came back: benign intradermal naevus.

That’s “fancy speak” for a normal mole.

Until next time XOXO