Oh, dear....

I've been pondering writing a post related to my latest research paper about the meat and fish industries and the environment (and don't worry, its not a lot of hippie horse pucky, just good info for the environmentally conscious) for the past few weeks. It will come shortly, and will ASTOUND you all. Astound, I tells ya.

But in the meanwhile, I thought I might blog uponst my most recent neurotic happening. The other morning, I was mid-sleep, waiting for James to come home from Seattle, when what should happen but a searing, crunching pain should find itself on the right side of my neck. I fall back asleep cause I'm that incoherent when I sleep. The next day, my neck hurts a lot on the right side. I feel the apex of the pain. There's a small, pea-sized lump just under my jawline, under my ear. Its hard and painful to the touch. Now, like any good hypochondriac, I proceed to poke and prod at it, making it hurt more and more with each jab. I start to think about the professor I know at my last job who grew GIGANTIC tumors all over her neck from lymphoma. She looked like a bullfrog after a month or two. I repress it. Hours later, I wake up from a terrifying dream where I have tumors the size of softballs on my head. I decide to go to Urgent Care on my lunch break.

So I go to the Dr, who tells me it is in fact just a swollen lymph node (apparently they can be pea sized after all and not just the standard marble sized) and I have a mild infection of some sort that doesn't require any sort of testing or antibiotics. Ahhhh........

So I went from oh-my-god-I-have-cancer-and-I'm-going-to-die! to your-gland-is-swollen-from-cold-season in a matter of moments. Such is my life.
Although I should say that I felt WONDERFUL on the walk back to my work. It was like a second chance at life. And then I got anxious from all the worry. I'm a veritable ball of nerves, people.

Expect insightful and astounding postage within the fortnight.