I got my biopsy results in the mail. And it was kind of like a college acceptance letter. I quote:
"Great news! Your pathology results are in, and they were BENIGN!"
See, at my outpatient surgery I got a lot done. As in, 4 separate procedures. 2 of the procedures involved biopsies, lucky me. Initially, I was all, "Eh, they're just being super cautious." Then I wasn't feeling so well, and then the other one started to hurt, and then I got in such a panic that I thought death was imminent.
I really wish someone would give me Xanax.
Anyway, all is okay, I'm not going to die just yet. I still have the bandaid on my tummy because I caught a glimmer of dark gray, and I'm pretty sure I'm being held together by a staple. I'm soooo not ready to see that.
S's parents should be arriving momentarily.
I want a nap.
I'm hungry.
As you can see, I'm working way back to my sense of normal.
Have a lovely day!
