Prepoceros

Tomorrow, 2:00.

I know I haven’t been posting much lately. My time has been occupied mainly by (1) tutoring, (2) YouTube and other interweb concerns, and (3) not thinking about cancer.

When I saw the surgeon yesterday, he talked more about hiding the scar and what the recovery might be like than about the actual surgery. What? I DON’T CARE. Look, here’s what I want: I want to survive the surgery, and I want not to have cancer. If can get those two things, I don’t give a rat’s ass how big the scar is or how much it hurts afterwards. Stitches I can cope with.

**WARNING: THE NEXT PARAGRAPH SUFFERS FROM AN EXCESS OF INFORMATION**

Is there any risk in lying to medical personnel about the date of your last menstrual cycle? Seriously, I’d like to know. I’ve had the following conversation about four times in the last month.

Me: [Some number between three and six months, because I honestly don’t remember*]
Them: What?
Me: [repeats self]
Them: Is there any possibility you might be pregnant?
Me: No.
Them: Are you sure? Any possibility at all?
Me: Yes, I’m sure.
Them: Okay, but I should warn you that this X-ray/CT scan/MRI/drug can cause serious birth defects.
Me: Okay.
Them: Still no possibility?
Me: No. Really really no.

How much detail do we need to go into here? Maybe I should say I’m preserving my virtue for my future husband—anybody know where I can get a cheap promise ring?

**TMI SESSION END**

I’m trying to keep myself busy so I don’t sit around being overdramatic and feeling sorry for myself (look how well it’s working so far!). A video I made yesterday is about to hit number one on the “Most Discussed in Science & Technology” list for today**, and I really enjoyed making it—who knew I liked epistemology?—so that’s been a welcome distraction.

I haven’t gotten as much done around the apartment as I’d've liked, but that’s nothing new. And hey, if the biopsy results come back negative (which they WILL), I might actually have to go to school this semester, so I should maybe prepare for that. Or something.

The best thing for taking my mind off the nervousness has been focusing on things that will happen after my successful surgery. For instance, I predict that the least-fun thing to do with a gimp arm will be washing my hair. I’ll let you know how that one pans out.

Have I mentioned that I have the cutest puppy in the world? He is also doing a smashing job of being distracting at the moment. Your dog does not compare, but don’t worry, I’ll let you borrow mine when you need a snuggle.

Wish me luck! Think a few happy thoughts in my direction tomorrow afternoon, if you don’t mind.

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* Yeah, I know I should get that checked out. Right now I’m rather enjoying it, though.

** This is somewhat less impressive than it sounds. There aren’t many science videos on the ‘Tube.

EDIT (2:12 AM) — Not that you care, but it’s just made the overall “Most Discussed” list, a niftier feat which I don’t think I’ve ever managed before.

Tags: Larry the Lump, Sam

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