Side note: how great are my friends that they will do a cyst photo shoot at dinner?
So now the cyst is bigger than it was before. My dermatologist was concerned. “What do you want to do?” she asked me because I also have a medical degree and know a lot about sentient cyst-ial beings.
For fun, she cut into it. Nothing happened. LB is solid. She gave LB 6X as much Cortizone and sent me home looking puzzled. I feel really good about things.
So anyway, it’s been a rough few days between the cyst, the insomnia, and work being pretty lame. I am feeling a little defeated and I know that now I need to buckle down and work on my graduate school application so I can eventually GET THE FUCK OUT.
My plan of action is to abstain from: g chat, thinking about insurance companies, taking work seriously, and worrying about my solid cyst. I will: learn thousands of vocabulary words and do remedial math problems until I until I can make that GRE my bitch (average practice score currently: 1420). Oh, I also have to write a “personal statement of diversity.” Whatever.
MAYBE THE WORLD WILL END TONIGHT.