I had a doctor’s appointment last week to investigate this bump near my elbow. It is hard and not attached to the bone. I figured it might be a cyst and I’ve been kind of worried about it given my history.

He seems to think that it is no big deal, but to be safe we pushed up my Pet/Ct scan to next Tuesday. I was scheduled to go in around the middle of September. If it is something, I don’t want to wait that long to find out.

I am happy to be closely monitored even if it costs a small fortune every time I go in for the procedure. I am scanned twice a year at this point. I could literally buy a nice custom bicycle frame for what it costs.
Example A:

Example B:

Okay, so maybe not these frames. But the regular steel ones anyways.

I have no symptoms and an general assurance that I need not worry. Still, I am nervous going in to this one.

The lab called to schedule the appointment and they gave me the usual run down of what I can and can’t do.
a) No food for 12 hours going into the scan. Water is okay thankfully. I’ve had scans where I wasn’t able to drink either).
b) No excercise for 48 hours before hand. This one is extra annoying for some reason. I’ve gone more than that without being on the bike without a reason, but the fact that I’m not allowed to really bugs me.
c) Did I mention the no food thing? My stomach groans all damn morning with no breakfast. Weak.

I want to only have to kick cancer’s ass once in my life. No need for a repeat title match.

I have officially gone “out” twice this week. That is completely out of character for a hermit like me, especially this early in to a work week. Monday night some friends came up with their new adorable baby. We all went out for dinner at Moonlight Cafe. I ate about a gallon worth of hot and sour soup. It was glorious.

Their baby Savara (sp?) is pretty awesome. I could tell it got Jane’s mother instinct churning. I think we would make pretty good parents some day. It would be wise of me to cut back on the sailor talk now, so it isn’t such a system shock down the line.

Last night we went out to Shorty’s for beer and nachos with an old friend of Jane’s (from her Hawaii days). We got through like 3 pitchers and had a pretty good time.

I got to ride through rush hour traffic downtown. It isn’t a thrill I get very often. I am usually just trying to not get hit on the south end.

I am wiped out now though. I need to get a hammock installed near my cubicle.

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