It wasn't the week I was looking for

Another rough week behind me, but another week is on the horizon. On Tuesday I saw the endocrinologist and he says to me "I'm concerned about the mass on your thyroid". Wait, excuse me? Back up that choo-choo. What mass? This is some fairly important info my regular doc did not give me. So the endocrinologist said he want to do a biopsy, and it would only take about 5 minutes. He proceeded to stab me in the neck four times. It was okay at first, but by the fourth stab I was just about in tears. I couldn't turn my head for the rest of the day. Now it's almost a week later and it feels like I'm getting over strep throat. It made me decide not to go skydiving this weekend. With the pain in my throat, it was best not to have myself jerked around when my chute opens. I can't even sneeze without it hurting right now. I am supposed to call tomorrow and get the results.

You know something, this whole thing is a little overwhelming. I can't even process all of the possible outcomes. I am just going to wait and see what I'm dealing with and go from there. It's the only thing you can do.

Since I didn't get to go skydiving this weekend, I went and got a haircut. Time to change some things up so I cut off my hair. It's super short to me. Shorter than I've had it, for as long as I can remember. I've always had long hair, and now it's just shorter than chin length. How odd. Even more so that it feels natural. I am trying to bring change to me I guess. It's really cute and it makes me feel all spiffy. I like it. My boyfriend's eyes almost popped out of his head. It was cute.

Next week should be interesting. No news on the house yet, but I'm okay with that. One stressful thing at a time please.