The Great Cosmic Joke.

Well, I was able to get an appointment for the follow-up tests on November 27th. I figure if the films looked bad, they’d want me in faster than that. I had hoped it was just going to turn out to be scar tissue from where they did the last biopsy, but it’s the other breast this time. Ah well. With luck, I’ll get a matching scar on the other side and be symmetrical again.

I got calls from several people I work with today, checking up on how I was doing. Apparently, once again the rumors are flying. These people are going to have me dead and buried before my EKG flatlines at this rate! Still, it’s nice to know they give a damn. Got a call from the younger sister today as well, but wasn’t in to take it. I’ll deal with that tomorrow.

I slept for nearly ten hours last night, and didn’t get out of bed until after noon. This is definitely not the old me, but it felt too good to resist. I’ll claim it’s part of my recovery program, and try to ignore the aspect of it that is probably pure laziness.

Checking my calendar, I see that Christmas falls on a Wednesday this year. That means no long weekend, just a day off flanked by two days of work on either side. I’d been hoping for more of a break. I so wish I had just a little vacation time left. I’d like to take off some time while I feel good enough to do something with it. Maybe next year ….

The Socialist and I are talking about getting married late January. I have to check with those involved and see if that’s doable. For some reason, I dread breaking this to my ex. I’ll have to spend some time with me and try to figure out what that’s all about.