Stolen from Arkie who stoled it from HD

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That was easy

I went to the surgeon's office yesterday. The usual routine, strip from waist up. Instead of a paper top they have a paper cape with no arm holes. I don't like this cape.

She asked how I felt after the biopsy, looked at the hole in my oobie. Then told me that the biopsy came back okay - follow up mammogram in 6 months.

I wasn't worried about the biopsy. Not being worried did worry me some.

I'm happy!

Next.

Just so you know

I made good use of today. I read a book, played some Freecell and relieved some gas. Luckily no one came into my office unannounced.

And I decided that whatever happens will happen. If I decided to follow this course then these things will happen. If I decide on the other, other things will happen.

I have three choices for my income tax refund:

1. Get new carpet at the house
2. Pay bills
3. Go to Vegas for 3 days.

Of course I want to do #3. Even my son told me to do #2.

#1 would last longer, #2 might help my situation a wee bit, but #3 would be more fun!

Is this the new or old blogger

I can't tell if I'm on new blogger.

I thought it made me switch yesterday. But today, when I went to respond to Swami I had to log in. I had to sign in the old way. Then I had to sign on the new way. What a pain.

What am I doing the rest of my life? (/end Barbra voice)

That's what I'm trying to decide.

It's Winter in Ohio

Monday I told everyone that I was eagerly waiting on the coming snow storm.

It came, followed by freezing rain, and now more snow.

My only problem, in my S-10, is my driveway. I had to make 7 or so attempts to get into it last night. It took 4 attempts to get out of it today.

I am one of the few who came to work today.

I'm still enjoying the snow.

That's boredom for you.

Thanks

Thanks for your responses to my last questions.

Now the test. It was as easy and painless as they said it would be. I got there, put on the robe. The girls were very sweet and supportive. I got onto the table, they squished my breast, took x-rays, repositioned, took more. Then I had to wait on the doctor. That was the hardest part - trying not to move. They kept talking to me to comfort me, I think. But I had to tell them I couldn't talk and concentrate on holding still. I'm pretty much a squarmer. OH, and they covered me up with my robe so I wasn't dangling in the air with my bare breast.

When the doctor came she gave me the local, said you'll feel some pressure (I know that is when they do the cut). Then she inserted some type of thingee (I could watch all this on the screen) and started roto-rooting. I could feel what she was doing, in an abstract way. Then I began to really feel it. It hurt, but not enough to make me squarm or anything. The pain was, I'm guessing, when they ripped tissue. It felt like a twirling rod which occasionally ripped my flesh. The I was done. She shot a metal clip in there for location in the future. I got up, they put steri-strips on, took a mammogram, I got dress and went out side. That's when the day went fast, steeply downhill.

*sigh*

Results a week from tomorrow!

Poll, Pull

I need your input. Seriously, I need to know!

If you ask your significant other to accompany you to your biopsy do you:

1. Expect them to be there when you get out?
2. Would they be there when you get out?

Even if you visit later and are catching up, please respond. I'll be checking! I really need to know!

Slipping over the edge

I may have slipped over the edge. I've been commenting to people that I've been feeling like I'm on the tip of a change. I felt I was going to go "good" or "bad". This morning I was sure I'd gone bad (or crazy). I woke up feeling like I was in a bubble. I talked to myself the whole time I was getting ready. And I danced. Sorta like an exotic dancer.

I'm glad my Dbf wasn't in the area.

I'm considering going back to the way I was before kids: more interested in sex than anything else; shallow; more often than not intoxicated; laughing and talking to anyone) or no one, damn the consequences.

I've had tight reins on my behavior since the birthing. And it didn't help my children that I was a model citizen. Cod, they'll be the death of me!


***runs rampid through life*** don't worry - be happy

It all Stops!

Well, my cold has progressed to the sniffling, sneezing, coughing. I can't have the biopsy if I can't hold still.

So, I get to anticipate a little longer.

*sigh*

Edited to add: I can't get on Coco's, Boo's, or HD's blog. *whaaaaaawhaaaaa*

Edited again to add: I feel like someone stuck worms up my nose and this sealed them in with a tampon in each nostril.

I'd rather have "worms up my ass".