Had the biopsy yesterday. I've been freaking out for a few days about it. Not about the biopsy itself, but the results. It was three days of crying. And somehow, now that the physical part of it if is done, I feel at least partially less anxious about it. At least this morning.
There's nothing I can do about the results anyway. I can't change whether or not the chemo worked. So crying over it all doesn't do me a damn bit of good. I'm NOT Kathy or Kaz, I will get through this.
Hopefully, I'm done with the rut I've been in. Although, when you're in the hospital, you can't really avoid a rut. Blah. I feel just good enough to be bored and wanting to pull my hair out at times. Yay me.
I've been trying to be able to see Shirley shirley_girlie, who is two floors above me. We are both in isolation, but since I'm not allowed to leave the ward (now that I'm in isolation, except to have a procedure), I can't go up there, and they were thinking about letting her come down here for a visit, but that was still a no-go. But I get to talk to her on the phone and that will just have to do for now.
In other news, I am now the proud owner of the ENTIRE ST:Voyager series (except they come with optional english subtitles). My mom is the rockiest mom that ever rocked.
In other, other news, thank you SO MUCH to meowchica for the goodies!