Had the minor surgery last week. Getting knocked out is somewhere between benadryl and the best buzz you’ve ever had, plus a weird time dilation effect.
You’ll remember to wear pretty underwear, but do just wear flip flops - you’ll have to take your shoes off anyway.
I had at least three entries in my head of things to write out. But my ability to concentrate has never returned. Not the way it used to be.
Not happy about the scar from the incision, but it’s certainly a relief to be rid of the mass. Among the nonsense in the lab report was benign tumor. Something concentrations of Melan-A, which google-fu is associated with melanoma. Fun fact: It’s in a spot where there’s typically no sunlight.
I took one and only one Percocet last week. Oh man, did that feel nice - and thus why I haven’t taken a single one since. Definitely saving it for When I Really Need It.
My gamble on bumble Erin paid off, she was definitely there for me Surgery Monday. Her anxiety bled through, though I’d rather have someone who’s actually trying to give a shit, rather than someone not caring at all.
Not everyone is capable of Caretaker Calm - where you just exude calm and put others at ease. Where you hide your worries and give someone that confidence they need.
Pull-ups and OHP are out for a while - imma work on my bench & row.
Hope you don’t get stabbed.
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