The toothpasty stuff is benign.
Benign benign benign.
I can breathe and concentrate on medication-related havoc.
And stop repeating "I'm too mean to die" as my mantra.
I still feel something that could be swelling or could be paranoia. I have a follow-up with my regular doc on 9-13, and she can feel me up then.
And the nurse says that I ought to get mammograms on a yearly basis, and that I can call next month to schedule my next one. It's on my record that they want that. So I don't have to waste my time getting referrals.
Nurse Robin is my favoritest person in the world right now.
I'm going to go fall down under my desk now.