So…..that thing that might or might not have been a thing I wrote about last month. It turns out it’s a thing. Kind of. I’m still waiting for biopsy results.
So now I have (get ready for this): my primary care doc (aka traffic director and issuer of referrals), my pain doctor, my endocrinologist, my neurologist, my neurosurgeon (otherwise known as he-who-took-one-look-at-my-scans-and-sent-me-to-radiation-oncology), my radiation oncologist (who with said neurosurgeon make up my brain tumor team at Georgetown), and NOW my dermatologist because the thing-that-might-not-be-a-thing has been biopsied for basal cell carcinoma.
THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!!
Absurd. Unbelievable. Inconceivable. Stupid. Unnecessary. …..I’m running out of synonyms.
I hate to keep returning to this, but I’M AN ONLY CHILD and my Dad died and I canNOT keep having to call my mom with this kind of news!
The list of shite I have to put in my medical chart is reaching the kind of insanity that may or may not result in me arguing my way out of being committed because one or more of my doctors has decided it’s all so unbelievable that I must be insane. NObody has (and this is true, I swear to God, Valhalla, and Buddha for good measure) an autoimmune disorder, an artificial hip, a brain tumor, a chronic pain condition, and now (possibly) skin cancer.
I don’t know what I did in a previous life, but I’M SORRY!!!!!!
(Updates to come as the biopsy results are received.)