Like today's bronchioscopy. A tube to go down my throat to check out my lungs. awesome.
And tomorrow? either a) a spinal tap, or b) chopping off part of my lung (the 1 cm "lesion" on my right lung).
I pitched a serious fit today over my printer. That thing and I have a love/hate relationship. It kind of was the result of me eating a lot of sugar, which could have been because I didn't get an actual lunch, which was because I had that stupid "procedure" and then even BEFORE that, it seems that no one likes to knock on my door anymore and that seriously drives me nuts.
So even though I feel awesome today physically, I had pitched a major fit from annoyance earlier today.
Also, it doesn't help that Kym may or may not have had a heart attack today right after getting back to Coos Bay. So...yeah. boo to that.