On Wednesday night I had D&D. It is good to human. The ride there had been early so I hung out at Lisa's house a bit first and watched the more likeable of her cat's display its malice.
Thursday..... I don't recall at all. I was about to sat I didn't leave the house but am now very unsure. I think I didn't leave the house.
Yes, checked. Didn't leave the house. Got Formosa Delight delivery for dinner, it was fantastic but had more cauliflower than I could handle. It ended badly.
Friday I went for a walk and getting of lunch with Midget, and picked her spawn up after school (sometimes I am almost an acceptable fairy godfather). Then in the evening I hung out with Firmin for a bit so we could bother pretend to be functional humans, before I cooked up the instant meal enchiladas from Johnny's Southern Kitchen that Carla had bought for me and dropped off earlier.
On Saturday evening, after a day of YouTube and semi-playing My Time in Portia, I went out for dinner with my dad and trans-sister. We went to Robbie's in South Dunedin which is now called something else. Maybe Rope and Twine.
Sunday was a PJ day, though my mother did come by to drop off my grandmother's TV (because my TV is dying and it is identical to my grandmothers, also meaning that I have legs that will fit it - as the rest home had taken them off and put it on a wall brace. So I needed a TV, and they had one that was useless for anyone else. In the process I found out why my childhood home is being sold - bad tenants have made the whole thing unpleasant for my mother's boyfriend, and with the tightening of the renter protection laws having bad tenants is now even more of an issue.
Today I had sorted lunch plans for before the general medicine hospital appointment that I suspected would come to nothing. So I met Claire for a very nice lunch at Harry's Kitchen while we gossiped about the roleplayers that we both mostly fail to properly socialise with and feel alienated from - because reasons. I really like Katsu Curry on noodles. I also had really missed Claire's face, I have been terrible at keeping in touch. I must try harder. And she understands my crazy so well
Then the appointment.
It started exactly as expected, running through how the only test results that were noteworthy was the HbA1c that my GP has already dealt with. Then the unhelpful conversation about my temperature spikes and the chest pain - which lead to nothing more than being told I would get TB tests just to make sure but otherwise I was probably just going to have to suck it up. As we were finishing up he asked if there was anything else I wanted to check on, and I said just something that is probably more a GP thing, but my necks gets weird and tight on the right. So he gloved up and squeezed and prodded, then got me water so I could more effectively swallow a bunch while he felt my throat.
End result of this is that I am now getting referrals for CT scan and biopsy. Turns out thing I was ignoring as not really a thing may actually be a pretty serious thing. I though the asymmetry was just a muscle being tight and weird. Instead the doctor referred to it as a "large mass".
He seemed a little annoyed that he'd not found it the first time I was there, like I had been actively concealing it.
So that happened.
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