People keep calling me, and I keep sending the calls to voice mail. I’m not in the mood to chat. I’m exhausted. I have a headache. My back is sore as fuck.
Anyway…the biopsy: it’s done. Doc says they got three good samples. I was drugged up, but not knocked out, so I was aware of what was happening, and it was not pleasant. I’m sure you’re shocked to hear that having a giant needle stuck into your hip is not a fun time.
And now we wait. We won’t have the results by Friday, so the appointment with the oncologist is being rescheduled to next week.
Here’s a pic of us hanging in the waiting room:
This morning was pretty nice. We hung out in bed cuddling, chatting, and listening to music. Got in a hot bang. I wish all mornings could be like that.
We’ve been setting up lots of fun plans. We set up a Brew Hop tour, and we’re doing a tequila & taco event with J&M. Oh and we bought tickets to Microfest (beer festival).
I’m following Shannen Doherty on Insta now. She has MBC too, and her posts are helping me. I stole this from her page:
Ordered this today:
Other internet stuff from this week that has spoken to me:
The ladies had to reschedule some appointments set for today, because obviously I was unable to be in the office. Well this one cunt sent two really shitty emails saying that I’m an unprofessional asshole for doing so. Here is my response:
I’m not biting my tongue with these motherfuckers anymore.
That’s all for now.