caitri | Cleaning cleaning cleaning

I forgot to mention that as my tit was healing from the biopsy there was a week in which I had a massive dark purple bruise with a small oval of untouched pale skin in the middle, and then within that the healing scarlet indent of the cut. So basically I had the Eye of Sauron on my chest and would whisper "I am Sauron" to myself as a pep talk.

Last week I got my recommendations; they want me to come back in in six months to see what the cells are doing, but I have a low chance of cancer. Big fan of due diligence though.

Work has been hectic, exhausting, and crazymaking, and I am taking tomorrow off because I can. I get that everyone is burned out but my colleagues insist on Drama and just. Sigh.

In cheerier news Todd will be visiting in ::counts:: ten days! I have begun the cleaning in preparation so that we can pretend the house is definitely clean all the time. (Friend: You are definitely Hobbits and not Harfoots. Me: Even though I would like to wear twigs in my hair.) I haven't seen him in five years because of the ridiculousness of all things, although of course and thankfully we text or chat regularly. But it will be so splendid to visit with a true friend I don't have to fret over, it's like Christmas coming early.