my tests came back “inconclusive”, which either means i moved during the CT scan (unlikely, i’ve had a heap) or it means they didn’t get what they were looking for. the doc wants me to get a spinal tap. i basically told him to go to hell. if there was something going on, i assume it would have been visible, given the size of my C/V system. i’m not looking back on this one, unless i have some sort of future complication, in which case i’ll be angry, or dead.
in other news, last night i saw the littlest professor, the new son of
i got the littlest professor off to a good start last night – a tradition i hope
i’m plowed under at work, and have people crawling out of the trees with side work, which is good, because i want to save loot. i just gotta focus on keeping my nose above water. this weekend A. and i are finishing the apartment, one way or the other. this means another trip to Ikea, but beggars (especially beggars with fucking store credit) can’t be choosers.
what is everyone else doing this weekend? any shenannigans i should know about?
edit: it is pretty sad to me that the first two pages of google image searches on the word “inconclusive” are pics of heath ledger.