If I have to actually have my gallbladder out, I'm seriously thinking of not telling them until it's over and I'm back home. At which point my mom will talk for 20 minutes about her stomach and my dad will say that it's STILL my heart.

This is how I approach my mom. She is not a narcissist, but she is eeyore and makes my already high anxiety about things worse. Like, she seriously asks all the same questions that my weasel brain asks when making me anxious.

I forgot that when they inject the dye for the CT scan, you can taste it. So freaky!

Now I wait for the radiologist to read it and send the results to my doctor.

I have way too many safety issues to have someone at my house or go to their house that I don't already know and would date. Hell no. And I guess other people are just more used to the idea of having to block people on their phones, they want phones #s immediately.

This thing I knew would be irritating today is being irritating.

And now a PM is trying to correct me about acronym usage. Dude, don't even.

My CT scan results are normal*, so my primary care doctor referred me to a GI doctor. I'm wondering if this is just stress. We'll see. I have an appointment next week. If the answer turns out to be "meditate more, bro," I am going to be annoyed.

*The CT scan showed a 1-centimeter nodule on one of my adrenal glands, and my doctor said that in 99.5% of cases they're a benign oddity, but she asked me to get an MRI just to follow up and be sure. I'm going to do that next week, but I'm not too fussed about it.

Yay, normal! I got my mammogram results the other day, and they also came back normal.

Normal is good. Congratulations (throws confetti)! I feel the need to celebrate normal.

Normal is a relief, although my stomach is still being a jerk. It needs to get the message that everything is A-OK.

It's a friends-at-work thing

"Workplace proximity associate."

Steph, sorry your stomach is being a jerk. I mean, normal is good, but not know WTF is happening, STILL, is not.

So, Tom and I have rededicated ourselves to staying in this rental apartment (we've been here for 7+ years) and are investing in making it a better place for us to live. Is that like the absolute stupidest thing in the world to do, since we don't own the place? I'm trying to make sure that the stuff we purchase to do this can be moved with us eventually, but we also want to paint, put in some closet organization, put in new curtains and fixtures in the bathroom, and get organizers for one or two kitchen cabinets.

My landlord is all about us doing what we want to do to feel comfortable but we'll be paying for most (if not all) of this stuff (which is fine.)