and so on.
Thank you for the Ghengis well wishes. He is back to his old jackassery, though now he is careful about the stitchy mess at the end of his ear. The university lab is backlogged and it will take 2 weeks to get the results of the biopsy. The vet refused to even play the “it’s probably not cancer, I’m sure he’s fine” game with me. I mean nothing. He just kept giving me the “we just don’t know” line. I’m not terribly worried, mostly because I don’t know anything about skin cancer or dogs with skin cancer or any of the other terrible things that could grow on a dog that would not just be on the skin but be systemic.
Ignorance is bliss and for once I am NOT looking up any information about this as it would make me a wreck.
Speaking of lumps being removed…I meet with the surgeon on Monday to figure out our plan of attack. Presumably I will not need to get an MRI, though that’s on the table since it is bigger and denser than expected. Soon we’ll schedule the surgery and I’ll be done with this thing. I’ve given in and gotten a wrist brace. I feel like an absolute choad in the thing. I want to wear a sign that says “no, I don’t have carpal tunnel. thank you, i know how to type without a wrist rest…no, really, I don’t need the ergonomics police to swing by”.
I also got an electric stapler and I’m coing to get an electric can opener. I’m also going to have to rely more heavily on my food processor for chopping and stuff when I am cooking.
I also got my home cheesemaking book so I can complete my descent into the lair of insane Martha Stewart-hood. Seriously, I am making my own bread, my own jam and soon, my own cheese. In about 6 weeks I am going to be one of those weird ladies who wears big rubbers boots who can slaughter, feather, gut and bone a chicken in 37 second all while handing out cryptic wisdom.
I’m off to make galaxy nachos.