It’s technically 1:20am, though my mind says 12:20. Which is still late. I want to keep editing. In three days I’m halfway through my editor notes. By January or February I will be published. Like, late December is possible. And I want to keep editing, but my nephew will come down to the basement at 7am and go, “Uncle Paul? Come play with me.” And I’ll already be a hot mess from a lack of sleep along with a biopsy.
Did you know biopsies hurt? I am betting other areas hurt more, but still. I took two steps out of the clinic and it felt like someone was repeatedly jabbing me with freshly heated needles. Yeah, so the cancer thing is still on the table. I will know late next week. I thought it was becoming a bright pink, signifying scarring. Doc was not as certain, so a cute nurse shot drugs in me, numbed me up, and then he scraped. She bandaged me. I’ll take it. In some circles, it was a date.
Anyway, weekend is filled with board games and drinking, along with two short stints with my niece and nephew, and a little monster hunting. My brother and I took down a few beasts, which was good times. Hope your fourth is rocking, that you’re reading something good, and stuff. Health? Yeah. I’m praying for a lack of biopsies in your life, no matter how cute the nurse or doctor.