Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

mstab pointed out to me that I hadn't posted in about two weeks. I didn't realize. Work has been crazy, and I haven't had much time or inclination to post otherwise. I've been at the beach for most weekends, which has been incredible. Not very social, I guess (though there has been some socializing), but I've been doing my best to try and recuperate. It really got through to me this time that this isn't something I'm going to bounce back from overnight.

I'm basically fine. I'm sore at times, still. I'm going to be looking into doing a little physical therapy, I think. Mostly because I don't want to go through life with a back and an arm that ache whenever the humidity that goes above 60%. My shoulder still yells at me when I twist or bend the wrong way.

I'm also a little stressed about the growth on the thyroid. They're sure it's benign, but I have to get it biopsied anyway, and deal with yet another doctor. As you can imagine, I'm thrilled. Especially since according to a recent blood test my thyroid is over and underactive at the same time (when my doctor told me this I nearly laughed - it's so me in how it can't make up its thyroid mind.) What is it? I don't have a guess, and I don't want to get into it, honestly - after all, people using you to play armchair surgeon is about as fun as it sounds. I don't want to be worried until an experienced, board-certified medical professional looks at me and tells me to. So far, after having everything described to him, my uncle the doctor said that it's nothing to worry about. So I'm not worrying, and I really don't want to. I won't lie - I'm a little bothered by the whole thing. But I'm trying to keep it in check. I don't have the energy right now to deal with panic attacks.

Rather than freak, I just took a step back, and maybe one inside. I know that sounds pretentious as hell, and maybe I'm in an odd mood tonight because I've had a bitch of a sinus migraine all day. (the only part of my head that doesn't hurt right now is the part I fell on. Irony!) I don't lose my shit when I have things I can focus on, steps I can take to fix things or towards others who fix things. It's when I have no control over things, and have no ability to do anything that I start flipping out.

But no, I don't really want to talk about it. Mostly because I don't really know more about what's going on than what I've said above. When I know more, I'll be able to say more.

There are good things going on, too. I've been to some fun gatherings and seen some friends and have been swimming a few times. All good things.

And now, I'm going to make lunch for tomorrow.

Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

mstab pointed out to me that I hadn't posted in about two weeks. I didn't realize. Work has been crazy, and I haven't had much time or inclination to post otherwise. I've been at the beach for most weekends, which has been incredible. Not very social, I guess (though there has been some socializing), but I've been doing my best to try and recuperate. It really got through to me this time that this isn't something I'm going to bounce back from overnight.

I'm basically fine. I'm sore at times, still. I'm going to be looking into doing a little physical therapy, I think. Mostly because I don't want to go through life with a back and an arm that ache whenever the humidity that goes above 60%. My shoulder still yells at me when I twist or bend the wrong way.

I'm also a little stressed about the growth on the thyroid. They're sure it's benign, but I have to get it biopsied anyway, and deal with yet another doctor. As you can imagine, I'm thrilled. Especially since according to a recent blood test my thyroid is over and underactive at the same time (when my doctor told me this I nearly laughed - it's so me in how it can't make up its thyroid mind.) What is it? I don't have a guess, and I don't want to get into it, honestly - after all, people using you to play armchair surgeon is about as fun as it sounds. I don't want to be worried until an experienced, board-certified medical professional looks at me and tells me to. So far, after having everything described to him, my uncle the doctor said that it's nothing to worry about. So I'm not worrying, and I really don't want to. I won't lie - I'm a little bothered by the whole thing. But I'm trying to keep it in check. I don't have the energy right now to deal with panic attacks.

Rather than freak, I just took a step back, and maybe one inside. I know that sounds pretentious as hell, and maybe I'm in an odd mood tonight because I've had a bitch of a sinus migraine all day. (the only part of my head that doesn't hurt right now is the part I fell on. Irony!) I don't lose my shit when I have things I can focus on, steps I can take to fix things or towards others who fix things. It's when I have no control over things, and have no ability to do anything that I start flipping out.

But no, I don't really want to talk about it. Mostly because I don't really know more about what's going on than what I've said above. When I know more, I'll be able to say more.

There are good things going on, too. I've been to some fun gatherings and seen some friends and have been swimming a few times. All good things.

And now, I'm going to make lunch for tomorrow.