freckles_and_doubt | a woman's just too tired to think

I have a lovely doctor. I wandered into her office yesterday for various routine checkup thingies, and mentioned the insomnia, whereupon she prescribed an extremely mild anti-depressant that caused me to sleep until 9.30 this morning, and to entirely omit my currently standard 2am bout of sleepwalking. Then I mentioned I was all tired and glandular and sinusy again, and she looked at me narrowly and put me off work for the rest of the week, muttering to herself about taking time off after deaths in the family. Then she did this entirely cool thing with a syringe, which I'm going to hide under a cut in case it squicks anyone on the grounds of either needles or TMI in the Girl Troubles department.

I have a tendency to breast lumps, which come and go randomly at intervals, and have done since I was a teenager. (Doctor: "Hmmm, the mammogram report says you have dense breast tissue architecture. You'll always have perky breasts." Me (slightly sarcastically): "Yay!"). The latest lump, however, was particularly large, over 5cm across at its widest point, and isn't a fibroadenoma (i.e. the usual benign fibrous lump) - it's a cyst. Cysts are also benign but are filled with fluid, which is apparently secreted by the cyst cells. In order to reduce the discomfort of a cyst (they can be tender), you apparently stick a needle straight into it and draw off the fluid inside. This my nice doctor cheerfully did, to my complete fascination: you'd think it would hurt like hell to have needles stuck into tender portions of your anatomy, but at the time I could barely feel it, and today it's just a bit bruised. She pulled out 20cc of straw-coloured liquid and took my one breast down approximately a cup size. As a one-minute procedure in symptom relief it's both bizarre and efficient.

So, I'm at home today and tomorrow, drifting gently around the house in a vague sort of way and occasionally thinking "Gosh, actually I really needed this break." As a bonus, our ace carpenter man has just finished putting a desk and shelves into my study, which is now an extremely wonderful space filled with space and shelving and cunning boxes for keeping computers in. I'm very happy. Observe the acres of desk.

Hobbit also apparently approves of the bookshelves.

I shall spend the long weekend reshelving books, although this has to wait until the Evil Landlord has lugged the boxes around for me, since the other thing the Nice Doctor checked was my weird wrist, which hurts when I lift heavy things. (Doctor: "Well, don't lift heavy things, then!" [exasperated look]. Me [vaguely]: "Gosh, yes, I suppose that makes sense.")

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Haha, that's actually a direct copy of the standard doctor joke:
- "Doctor, my arm hurts when I do this!"
- "Well, then, don't do that!"

The syringe thing is weird. Breasts are nice but medical things aren't, so I really don't know how I feel after hearing that ;)

My base response seems to be "Wow science is cool!" This is slightly weird, since the whole procedure should be eeuw, but strangely isn't.

I fear I am conforming to standard old jokes owing to terminal vagueness levels being very high at the moment. I seem to disconnect under stress.

Mmm, she did the same thing to a lump of mine, only no fluid came out. Cue much ultrasounding and other testings. Turns out they're just lumps.
But she is a cool doctor.

I like her too. Also, she says khoigirl and my K and A are the best behaved children she knows. Discerning woman. Also, those whips and chains are paying off.

::nods:: My writing mentors, upon hearing of my father's death, immediately told me to take it easy and take the time I needed before I tried to start working again. I, of course, gave myself two days after I got home from the unexpected month in NY.

At which point my body said "I don't think so," and I came down with an ear infection that knocked me on my ass for a week and a half.

Two of the top five life stressors are death and moving, and although you didn't entirely move, the amount of upheaval you just went through was pretty darn close. So, yeah, take some time, my friend.

In the meantime, I'll gaze at those pictures of nice clean desk and shelves, and feel the envy drip from my pores.

Hugs, Dayle

Mmm. Is that pine?

nope, it's a laminate with a fake surface that imitates, IIRC, beech. Rather pretty, nonetheless.

/me squee at desk and shelves and computer thingy.

Breast lumps are terrifying even at the breast of times. I'm glad yours are easy to sort out with a syringe :)

I have a soft blue neoprene wrist support thing that I sleep in, it's done wonders for my RSI.

The revamped study looks the business! And I'm with you on the "science is cool". That syringe thing would have me enthralled. But does that kill the cyst? Won't it just produce more fluid?

Could you please email me name/tel of this amazing-sounding doctor? We've still not got around to finding a local GP, and I'm keen to book T and me in for a kick-the-tyres-and-get-acquainted sort of thing.

I can just hear you saying "extemporanea sent me!", her looking blank and you trying to identify extemp by her perky breasts.

Lol! Perhaps she can take my moobs down a cup size, or failing that, make 'em perky.

sorry, bit behind on comments - will certainly email you the Nice Doctor's details. And, apparently, a cyst can fill up with fluid again after it's been aspirated, but mostly they don't.

Bugger. You called this one correctly - mine did. She's just repeated the procedure, and now I'm spectacularly bruised.

Edited 2010-04-03 20:01 (UTC)

Hobbit simply approves of posing for cameras, no matter what the backdrop.

This is an extremely valid point. Although all the new wood does tone very nicely with his fur.

Awesome...that the sleep problem is getting knocked on the head...extremely mild anti-depressants are the bomb :-)

a woman's just too tired to think

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Nice rack :P

Perky breasts and acres of wood?! Gosh!

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