Bigger is not better.

Yesterday morning, after complaining on here that I was awake too early, I went for breakfast at Vogel Street Kitchen with my cousin and her three very huggy children.  I got an all-day-breakfast, which they call a works.  I gave them Lego.  And I had a nice chat to Pen while my sister entertained the kids.  Afterwards my sister walked back to mine and talked at me for a while.

At lunch time my friend Dalton dropped by to chat and return my Pushing Daisies DVDs.   We had some entertaining conversation about people it turned out we both knew.

In the evening I had dinner with Simon, Joe and Firmin.  Nando's as we do.  Then as it has very recently been Simon's birthday we went 10 pin bowling.  I played three games and came third of the four of us every time.  Always scrapping just ahead of the birthday boy and thus making it suck for him.

I was too distracted by the ridiculously hot pair of guys bowling with an unconventional method a couple of lanes over.  They were using a two handed bowl that meant their fingers didn't have to go in the holes.  Made me wish I was coordinated enough to try that sort of thing as my fingers were too sausage-y for most of the balls.  The tall guy who was otherwise a little forgettable has the most amazing arse.  The average height guy was just a generic very hot guy with big pecs.

Then home to depression spiral for no logical reason.

Then this morning I went to my arstenta writing group and then went to meet Claire for lunch at the hospital and I had been called up and offered my endocrinologist appointment being bumped forward at the last minute.  Was good to see Claire, we had a quick look at the UBS moving sale but did not find books we felt the urge to buy.

Then the specialist appointment....

It was about my thyroid tumour, or goitre as they mostly call it (though today she alternated terms).  But having a doctor was also did all the diabetes speciality stuff means I got a lot of diabetes lecturing as well.

The ultrasound revealed the tumour actually has grown significantly since the scan last year, and thus I am going to have to repeat a testy only taken a bit over a month ago and if my results have changed then I will be in for some pretty serious surgery.  For which I was reminded that unless I can get my diabetes back to something more like how it was up until lockdown, then it significantly increases the chance the surgery will end poorly for me.  Death was a heavily suggested by never actually stated possible outcome.

It was not a great afternoon.  I have pretty much just sulked since.