waiting while wide awake
Waiting for my thyroid biopsy is starting to drive me crazy. Well, more crazy, I suppose. I've read that each cyst has 3-6 needles to draw crap out for testing. I have two large cysts. And tons of nodules. I hate needles, however due to the many blood drawings over the last three years, I can handle them much better. 2 weeks until the biopsy. The same day, I'm going to be tested for Addison's Disease, the illness that killed that author of Sense and Sensability. Addison's seems to be pretty easy to manage now though. Just a couple pills a day. If I even end up having it. If so this would be my third auto-immune disease. My body hates itself. I don't want pity. Really. I just need to let out some stuff in typed words, because verbally, I don't let myself do it. I don't like hearing it, I don't like the look on people's faces, I don't like how because I'm sickly I cannot help others as I used to.