I had my appointment at the hospital yesterday. I was nervous as hell about it, because I simply had no idea what to expect.

It turned out better than I feared, though, which is good. The doctor I saw was very lte for the appointment (by about an hour an a half), but made a good impression on me by apologizing for being late. She's not the first doctor I've seen who has run behind, but she is the first doctor I've ever seen to acknowledge that fact and apologize for it. That got us off on the right foot from the beginning, and I started to relax after that.

As it turns out, she's not completely sure what's causing my problems. The tumour is still there, and I managed to impress her by its size (one of the largest she's seen, apparently), but it's a slow-growing kind of tumour, and has likely been there for about a decade, so while it may be contributing to my symptoms, it's unlikely that it's the root cause of them. Things only started to get really bad for me this past year, and if it was solely because of the tumour, I would have noticed a more gradual ramping up of symptoms, not such an abrupt change.

She doesn't want to consider surgery so soon, though I like her reasoning better than my family doctor's. Where his reasoning was, "We expect everyone will want at least one child some day," hers was a very simple, "There are other less invasive options to try before we think seriously about surgery." Same outcome, in the end, but I like that her reasoning had nothing to do with assumptions about my reproductive desires. It was actually grounded in medicine.

So for the moment, I've been given prescriptions for a couple of pills that will help get the bleeding issue under control, an order for blood tests, and a follow-up appointment in a few months to see what the next step should be.

So after I got out of there, I felt all that nervous energy drain out of me, giving way to nervous exhaustion instead. Which was bad, because I still had to go to work that afternoon. I decided to give myself a bit of a break and go home first, get changed, then go uptown and get some tea at The Infusion, where I haven't been in a while. That got me calmed down and energized at the same time, and though I only ended up working for 2 and a half hours last night, at least I was capable of doing that.

So that's where I stand right now. Better than I'd feared, and I'm happy for that.

On more mundane notes, I'm now behind in my NaNo count because I didn't get time to do any writing yesterday. So I'm trying to catch up before I go to work. And today at work should be a nice and easy one, since it's only a 6 hour shift and 2 of those hours have been scheduled in meetings so I'm off the phone. Not a bad way to spend my last day of work before my 'weekend'.
It's going to be one of those days. I don't mean to sound so pessimistic, but it's just got that feeling. I'm so tired right now that I could cry. My body feels heavy and sluggish and slow, and I can't seem to pull myself together. I slept longer than normal last night, and so now instead of waking up and feeling fine for an hour and then getting so tired I can barely stand, I just woke up that way.

And I have to get through three more days of work like this. I'd call in sick and just spend the rest of the day in bed, but my attendance already sucks and they're watching me like a hawk because of it, and I can't really afford it anyway. They might give me a bit of a pass because of the tumour thing, but that still doesn't make up for the pay that I wouldn't be getting. I just have to go in there and tough it out and hope that it gets better later.

I was actually looking forward to today last week. It was supposed to be an all-day training session at work, but due to the storm and the expected call volume, head office cancelled the training. I thought I might have been able to rest a little more while still being at work, but nope, no such luck.

I don't know if the iron supplements aren't working to combat the fatgieua and anemia, or if they are and I'd be feeling worse still if I wasn't taking them.

On a happier note, I actually cooked a full meal and dessert yesterday, for Samhain. Pan-fried pork medallions and apples, turnip and potatoes cooked together, and carrots. Followed by a pumpkin/cream cheese roll cake for dessert. Things didn't go perfectly in the kitchen, and I made a couple of mistakes, and by the end my feet and back hurt so badly that I could hardly walk properly, but it was fun anyway, and I at least learned from my mistakes. And the food was better than just merely edible.

This Sunday, I'm planning on a roast chicken and vegetables for supper. Probably with stuffing, too, because I like it so much. At least roasts don't require so much active work. Pop 'em in the oven and let them go. Easier to do even if I am really tired that day.

But now it's time for me to get offline and go to work. Leaving a bit early today, so I have time to pick up a drink in between busses. That leaves me with a spare half an hour uptown, but it still beats missing a bus or not having a drink to get me through my shift, so I'll take it. I can read a bit while I'm waiting, after all.

And if I can keep my eyes open when I get home, it'll be time to work on the first part of this year's NaNovel. It'll be nice to get some hardcore writing done again. I finished last year's NaNovel in under 2 weeks, and I know I won't be able to handle that pace this year, but I'm still going to do my best to reach the goal.

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