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I started this morning off with the discovery that there was no hot water.  This meant no shower, which meant…ew.  I don’t like not showering, it makes me sad.  But like a good European, I sponge bathed, applied twenty-three layers of deodorant, and then headed off to the first business of the day:  Root Canal, part 2.  Ugh.  I mean, the only part that actually hurt was the stupid shot, but still…ugh.  Actually, my face just became un-numb, and it hurts a bit, my mouth, but I don’t like to complain.  Ha ha ha!

So, I went to the doctor on Wednesday, and after looking around a bit, he decided he wants to remove the lump and biopsy it.  I am going this afternoon for an ultrasound, I guess to make sure it is not a cyst, which the doctor (Dr. Magoo!) is certain it is not.  If it IS, though, that would be fabulous, because then they wouldn’t want to take it out…taking it out causes a scar and leaves a dent in my boob.  And yes, I know, no time to be vain when you are dealing with lumpy boobs but still…I mean, its my boob.  I LIKE my boob just the way it is.

I won’t lie and say I wasn’t a bit scared when he told me all that.  I mean, I know statistically the odds are in my favor that I do not have…you know…but still.  When a doctor says to you in regards to a lump located in your boob “There’s a less than 5%…10%…I’ll say there is a less than 15% chance that is malignant” there is a voice in the back of your head that says “15% is still a lot”.  But during lunch that day I googled extensively and really did come away feeling more calm.  The facts out there are all pretty clear on this, and, I honestly have none of the risk factors for breast cancer.  By default, I’m fine.

Have you noticed that I have the weirdest medical history?  I swear I don’t make this stuff up…maybe I go to the doctor sooner than most people would for pain, but that’s just because I’m a ginormous baby.  But all of my stuff turns out to be some…’thing’.  GERD, gimpy back, lumpy boobs.  Oh, and repeat root canals due to my freakishly long tooth roots.  I’m sort of weird, I think.

Remember when everyone loved the band Creed, and then everyone hated them?  Well, one of their songs is on the radio right now, and I really tried to conjure up some hate for it but in the end I thought “nope.  still like it.”  I don’t understand music snobbery, I guess.  I generally like most music, and what I don’t like, I don’t necessarily hate, but I’ll still listen to it if its on.  Well…okay.  Maybe not opera.  I do like some genres better than others, for example, 80s music, and I do have my favorite bands, like O.A.R., the greatest band ever in the entire universe and all universes beyond that.

…oh wait.  I wrote that whole paragraph and then remembered that I don’t like Carrie Underwood at ALL.  Never mind.  However, I still don’t get music snobs.  On a side note, every time she (Carrie) is on the radio I have to say “Oh look!  Carrie Underwear!”  Please don’t ask me to explain why, it’s out of my control.

I got a package notification from the post office yesterday, and I was so excited, because I was sure it was my Harry Potter finally, FINALLY arriving.  However, instead it was an order of Coins for my Booster Club.  It was like the biggest fake out ever.  Do you know how HARD it is to avoid reading/hearing/seeing anything about that book?  Its like a full time job for me at this point.  Now, could I have already had the book?  Well, yes, if I had stood in line at the Ramstein BX at midnight when it came out.  However, you will never find me standing in a line at midnight for anything, so.

I should probably go now.  It seems I’m doing that rambling thing again.

Have a great Friday!

Tschuss!!