Sometimes I think that my body has a personal vendetta against me. Like, I'll be totally fine, then BAM. Coughing up blood. Or like today, when I went in to get a prescription to help battle my insomnia, and the doctor's like, I think your thyroid is starting to deteriorate oh a btw, you might have another tumor.
Meanwhile I'm sitting there like tha fuck?! I just wanted some sleep meds! SO what I thought would be a half hour in-out thing turned into blood tests and an MRI and various needles being stuck in me. Ain't life grand?
So, it looks like no more tumors. SCORE. But we won't know about my thyroid for a few days. Joy.
After my first tumor ordeal, I'm used to being at the hospital and having needles stuck all over the place. I know many of the people who work in the cancer section of the hospital by name and I'm buddies with the radiologists and stuff. I have gotten blood drawn so much that I shouldn't care, but I still hate the big needles they use and all that. I've practically lived in the hospital for 6 months when I was in 7th grade.I don't care, I still don't like it.
After I was released (with some prescription sleeping pills, SCORE AGAIN) I stayed in Boulder and bought myself some jasmine milk tea with boba to cheer myself up.
Now I'm listening to Elephant Gun by Beirut (which is one of my favorites at the moment) and chilling.
Bluck.
Julia
I love me some Beirut!
ReplyDeleteAnd I hope everything is ok with you :/