and, of course, it gets more complicated than that...
so, like, because nothing is ever simple...
alright, here goes. So, during said 5 or so dates with boy from previous post, he (yes, he, not me, he) noticed a small lump in my boob. And I was all like' what evs! it's hormonal" at the time. But then said lump grew some. I became concerned, saw my Dr, She was concerned, had an ultrasound, they were concerned, and today had a biopsy done, and am now myself more than a little concerned. Not to mention sore. My left boob is like swollen 2 sizes larger than the right one, and I have put frozen edamame in my shirt to help the swelling.
all this has happened in like, a week. should I be concerned about the unusual speediness of our overburdened health care system? best not to think too hard about it, i think. Thanks to Mr Brown for wandering the streets with me, while I was all doped up on anaesthetics and pain pills, buying trucker hats and tubes of paint, and coffees in quirky diners, keeping my mind off things. I'm sure it's all fine. I mean really, it's fine. I'm fine. totally fine. Other than the mega cramps, full moon flightyness, and hole in my boob, i'm fine. really.
And the moral of this story? apparently, i need to play with my own boobs more. *sigh*
alright, here goes. So, during said 5 or so dates with boy from previous post, he (yes, he, not me, he) noticed a small lump in my boob. And I was all like' what evs! it's hormonal" at the time. But then said lump grew some. I became concerned, saw my Dr, She was concerned, had an ultrasound, they were concerned, and today had a biopsy done, and am now myself more than a little concerned. Not to mention sore. My left boob is like swollen 2 sizes larger than the right one, and I have put frozen edamame in my shirt to help the swelling.
all this has happened in like, a week. should I be concerned about the unusual speediness of our overburdened health care system? best not to think too hard about it, i think. Thanks to Mr Brown for wandering the streets with me, while I was all doped up on anaesthetics and pain pills, buying trucker hats and tubes of paint, and coffees in quirky diners, keeping my mind off things. I'm sure it's all fine. I mean really, it's fine. I'm fine. totally fine. Other than the mega cramps, full moon flightyness, and hole in my boob, i'm fine. really.
And the moral of this story? apparently, i need to play with my own boobs more. *sigh*

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Ohh Tina, let me know if you need anything. Megan
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