So you know that scene in Pulp Fiction where they slam the giant adrenaline needle into the OD'd drug dealers wife and she comes to with this huge syringe sticking out of her chest? Well it was something like that but with the thing going in very slow and me being slid into and out of the CAT Scan machine probably 10 or 12 times while the syringe was being incrementally inserted. Ugggh it makes me cringe just describing it. Gawd bless, modern science is pretty amazing. All this while wide awake with a local anesthetic and my arms held over my head. Thank goodness for my meditative and breathing practices!
The radiologist who is not the diagnostic MD but spoke with the pathologist told me it looks like it's probably bacterial, which sounds a lot better than malignant but I won't know for sure for a couple days. I'm moving slower as the day progresses. I think I was running on awe and adrenaline after the procedure and I'm loosing steam but damn I'm horny!
I'm all kinds of horny mentally but physically I'm still totally in a "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" place. I think it's time for some slow motion "self care" with the left hand. Maybe it will be like someone else is loving me.
Optimism's coming back.
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