Missing paperwork and four needles

Yesterday I hung out with Tavendale a bit while he was in town and partially broke my new rainbow umbrella that Alana sent me a few weeks back.

Last night I did not sleep out of anxiety about the biopsy I was scheduled for this morning and out of ongoing discomfort and regret about Sunday's bad choices (or more how little I had choices and how much I let someone bulldoze me after I had said I wasn't keen).

So tired and grumpy I walked in for my biopsy through as near as Dunedin gets to white-out conditions.  So much snow falling only two days after I very nearly changed to my summer weight duvet.

I got rather snowed on, and it was occasionally awkwardly slippery and unpleasant.  I got to the place and found out that while my specialist had booked me in, he'd not actually filed the paperwork so the receptionist had to hunt him down on the phone and get him to fax the form.  Fortunately the appointment after me had cancelled because of the snow so they still had time to biopsy me once the paperwork came through.

After the first needle the pathologist apologised that it was not a cyst, so she would not be able to drain it and send me off less lumpy.  Other than it not being a cyst all she could tell me was it was attached to my thyroid, for clearer notions of what it is I shall have to wait for results and then my specialist deciding what I need told.

Then I came home and have been in bed, mostly split between reading and dozing, since.