So many things happened in London, Granada, and Oxford, but this is just a quick wrap up of the last two weeks.
I:
- found Shaun (my mini) completely covered in pollen
- got my grades in
- had good Mexican and Southern food again
- proofread the divorce papers: almost done!
- had an extremely painful biopsy (they used a drill, which spun around inside me), resulting in a hematoma with a two-inch diameter
- made one of my favorite summer dishes
- finished a few books
- turned 51
- was given a castle cake
- bought myself a tea cabinet and put it together
- was told by a pain psychiatrist that I need to be less stressed
- was informed I have breast cancer: it’s “stage zero,” the best kind, with the highest survival rate
- was advised I will likely need a lumpectomy
- got heat rash between my breasts, partially caused by the hematoma
- followed the directions on a sign when I was checking in for my migraine appointment by telling the staff person I had a heat rash, leading to the computer system freaking out and almost not letting me see my neurologist
- got a hug from my neurologist, with good wishes for my recovery
- confused a shot nurse, since I already had a bruise, from another shot, where she was planning to bruise me
- had 13 health appointments
- got my timing mixed up for two of my health appointments
- knew enough of Snowball’s language to understand that she a) had lost something she wanted to hunt (it’s a low, mournful cry) & b) wanted me to help her (higher pitched, short cry). I moved some stuff around until I uncovered the already-tail-less lizard, whereupon her hunt resumed
- had a bunch of movies on while I puttered: Houseboat; The last two Mission Impossibles; Mars Attacks; The Great Muppet Caper; Palm Royale; The Apartment; Four Weddings and a Funeral; The Birdcage; Good Omens Season 3; Rental Family; How to Steal a Million; Bringing up Baby; Dirty, Rotten Scoundrels; I Was a Male War Bride; It Happened One Night
- sobbed at the ending of Good Omens
- have not cried about the cancer
- gave Snowball her flea treatment, which required holding her hard, which she said hurt; when I went to make up with her, she was still speaking to me, but it was mostly a quiet sound that I think means “why?“
- found Taylor Tomlinson’s latest special quite good
- finished Season 2 of Palm Royale, started long ago
- finished a rewatch of Firefly, started in Oxford
- seriously hurt my back carrying around my book finds at the Library sale
- started this list in the airport on the way to Indy
- set off the alarms through security, which confused me, until I remembered there’s still a piece of metal in my boob
