Hurry up and wait.
Haven't weighed myself. Not sure why. Not motivated to hop on the scale and see it not change, I suppose.
Given the stress of the last two weeks, the pain of the adenomyosis, the surgery to remove the polyp, the undue drama of the Great Unfriending of 2012, and having what I consider a high speed "near miss" on the GSP yesterday (someone was changing lanes, Helen Keller style, at about 80 mph, causing me to lose control of my car, and mercifully not be injured/killed, nor injure/kill someone else). Of course, the asshole in question who caused this chaos, continued on his merry way...
And despite taking my vitamins and staying hydrated and boosting myself with extra B12, I not only feel run down, but just depressed. I don't know if it's situational, chemical, or I'm PMSing or what. But I feel horrid, feel like crying, and workplace notwithstanding, I could easily see myself sobbing at my desk.
Follow up is scheduled for 4/2; however, I might try to change it to the week before, assuming Aunt Flow is out of town by then. So I suppose by then I'll get the low down of size/location of the fibroid/polyp, find out the pathology of it; and perhaps even get a chance to discuss the weird boob twinge thing I've had for the last month or so.
I'm just spent. And tonight I feel like eating something meaty. I might run to Whole Foods for a steak and some salad from the salad bar.
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