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I am in a surprising amount of pain.
I had minor surgery this morning. Nothing all that important, just the removal of a cyst about the size of a grape from my base of my neck. With well defined borders and no obvious roots to tissue below I knew it was probably nothing more serious than a sebacious mass (which is what it was, incidentally), but I feel a lot better without what was beginning to feel like a deformity. I am aware of how gross an exageration that is but, when it's on your body, you tend to percieve these "minor" cosmetic disturbances as somehow more vital. Also discovered that, as I feared, I do, in fact, have a deviated septum. Interesting that I have never broken my nose or had any other memorable trauma that would effect such things. Apparently It often happens at birth, but why am I only noticing it now? That's a slightly more major surgery to correct and will simply have to wait until I am insured.
I rode the tram for my first time as the means to getting to my appointment at OHSU this morning. I've decided that, for all the controversy surrounding it, I am pleased we have it available to us. Taking that short aerial root, even in decent weather, is dramatically shorter (and safer) than dealing with vehicle traffic on the hill.
And, from my somewhat limited vantage point I have nevertheless decided that the concerns about the tram infringing on privacy are overstated.
I don't care what people say, I like New Years Resolutions. Tired platitudes about using each day as a opportunity for growth, blah blah blah, while lovely, are unrealistic. There is no shame in aknowledging a moment that may be seen as a new beginning, and in using that moment as inspiration.
I had a the chance to confront my boss today and I choked. She's not just a boss, she's a friend and I've decided that this is not always a good idea. The things about which I wish to confront her are unfortunately split between those two headings and, in some ways, shared between them. I don't like - at all - how intimitedated I am by her.
I'm sick of investing myself in failed ventures. I say this broadly and with the understanding of notable exceptions. On the whole, however, I question my decision-making skills as of late, and I believe it may be related to my inability to integrate my emotional self - which, by the way, is a seething mass of a lot of unpleasantness recently - with my thinking self.
I wonder if there's any problem with using the steam room only a few hours after excision of a cyst.
I had minor surgery this morning. Nothing all that important, just the removal of a cyst about the size of a grape from my base of my neck. With well defined borders and no obvious roots to tissue below I knew it was probably nothing more serious than a sebacious mass (which is what it was, incidentally), but I feel a lot better without what was beginning to feel like a deformity. I am aware of how gross an exageration that is but, when it's on your body, you tend to percieve these "minor" cosmetic disturbances as somehow more vital. Also discovered that, as I feared, I do, in fact, have a deviated septum. Interesting that I have never broken my nose or had any other memorable trauma that would effect such things. Apparently It often happens at birth, but why am I only noticing it now? That's a slightly more major surgery to correct and will simply have to wait until I am insured.
I rode the tram for my first time as the means to getting to my appointment at OHSU this morning. I've decided that, for all the controversy surrounding it, I am pleased we have it available to us. Taking that short aerial root, even in decent weather, is dramatically shorter (and safer) than dealing with vehicle traffic on the hill.
And, from my somewhat limited vantage point I have nevertheless decided that the concerns about the tram infringing on privacy are overstated.
I don't care what people say, I like New Years Resolutions. Tired platitudes about using each day as a opportunity for growth, blah blah blah, while lovely, are unrealistic. There is no shame in aknowledging a moment that may be seen as a new beginning, and in using that moment as inspiration.
I had a the chance to confront my boss today and I choked. She's not just a boss, she's a friend and I've decided that this is not always a good idea. The things about which I wish to confront her are unfortunately split between those two headings and, in some ways, shared between them. I don't like - at all - how intimitedated I am by her.
I'm sick of investing myself in failed ventures. I say this broadly and with the understanding of notable exceptions. On the whole, however, I question my decision-making skills as of late, and I believe it may be related to my inability to integrate my emotional self - which, by the way, is a seething mass of a lot of unpleasantness recently - with my thinking self.
I wonder if there's any problem with using the steam room only a few hours after excision of a cyst.