No tattoos for you today, young lady!
I lived through the aspiration yesterday. It wasn’t bad, it didn’t hurt at the time (really only a couple of glimmers of weird feeling in the midst of weird numbness) but it was kind of sore afterward. I might have to go back, but I won’t be as freaked out. She got over 100 CCs of fluid, which is enough to fill one of those grenade drains.
I went to get my radiation tattoos (that they will use to target the radation treatments) but I’m still too swollen. If the area changes too much, they might have to do the “simulation” over again, so I won’t get my tattoos until next week (probably.)
Thanks for all your kind words. I’m at work so I can’t address them all individually at the moment but they all make me feel good.
I hope they gave you a lollipop or maybe a shot of tequila or a chocolate cake. The fact that you’re already back at work still seems crazy to me. When you get the tattoo can it be a word? Like something sassy? I’m guess probably not.
xoxo
pj
Now I want cake. Bah. But even better: Today, I got to hear a male doctor say “no, *I* hate to have wasted *your* time.” Amazing.
My tattoos are going to be tiny dots, but if you look through an electron microscope, one will look like “a cool dragon” as suggested by the husband, and another will say “Pamajama is my copilot”.
Work: well at least I can sit there and stare, for hours on end. I’m waiting for someone to come in while I’m holding the frozen peas under my shirt. I will whip them out casually and set them on the desk.
Ya know, I read this before and I was blushing too much to even comment on it. You’re too funny:) And sweet and kind. I like the idea of having my name on your breast – LOL. I think that means I’m an egomaniac.
If knowing and liking that you make someone’s life a little better just by caring about them, makes you an egomaniac, then yeah, bitch.