The first of 2005 is set. January 11. Because Fred-the-breast-lump seems to be still of some concern. So I am seeing a surgeon regarding the probability of a core biopsy.
I'm going to say core sample, though. Because it feels sci-fi to be obtaining a core sample of the anomalous object.
It will be fine. Because 2004 was the medical-hell year, so 2005 isn't allowed to be. Jeez, when I was talking to my doctor, I told her that I lost 45 pounds "last year"... that I had oral surgery and the previous experience with Fred "last year"... my brain is already in 2005.
And 2005 will be a fine year. I have a better level of control over the treatment of my brainmeats, which counts for a lot. And I am essentially just done with this silliness. I have been to all of the doctors. I ought to be up to code now.
Oh! I stopped by radiology and got my MRI films. I have pictures of my brainmeats! This pleases me.
I have pictures of my brainmeats and an appointment to obtain a core sample of Fred the Anomaly, and I'm going to bring my braindrugs down by another 150mg with my doctor's approval, so this is a fine thing.
I am going to go for a walk now, because it is a beautiful day.