Continuing from the last entry I failed to complete, as usual, right at the part the title for the last one came from

So, late afternoon, after failing to do the things I needed to, I received a phone call from the hospital.

Due to someone else cancelling, they can get me in for my surgery in the coming week.

So, yay.  I will get it done before this thing gets even bigger (and hopefully before it has turned cancerous).

But also, balls!  Lockdown is going to make everything difficult.  Simon has family commitments that mean I probably can't violate his lockdown bubble to convalesce at his place.  Dad is back to work right when I would need him to stay - so can't use him for it either.  So no idea how things are going to sort out.  I don't even get the pre-assessment the night before because of the rush and lockdown - so will go into surgery with no one actually have examined how big the growth is since last year.  And I was given basically no information except an apology that there wasn't time for them to post out the information pack about what I'll need (why don't they have it in email form?).

So then I spent the night over researching the risks.  I now understand why the surgeon wrote the permanent vocal damage off as unimportant as it is usually just lose of precision, taking out pitch control.  So if it goes wrong I would most likely just lose ability to sing.  Next step in badness I would be left horse or soft voiced.  Neither of those outcomes are good, but also reasonable unlikely to happen.  

The statistics are on my side, even though I know that isn't solid protection of any sort.

Then I fell down a catching up on The Flash hole.  Season 7 is terrible, so much of it makes NO SENSE.  I had remembered it being closer to non-terrible than the other CW DC shows, but that may been overgenerous of me.

But it eased me away from panic research.  Not necessarily from the panicking.  But can't expect miracles of bad TV.