Time Bomb
Numb. Nervous. Yet ecstatic. That’s really what I’m feeling right now. A big wibbly wobbly ball of emotions that I can’t seem to get sorted out.
Numb. Nervous. Yet ecstatic. That’s really what I’m feeling right now. A big wibbly wobbly ball of emotions that I can’t seem to get sorted out.
Not literally. Darkness doesn’t bother me at all. I prefer night time over day time. But of course, it’s almost 4 am and I can’t sleep waiting for this diagnosis. I know what I think, and it’s not good.
If I thought last Friday was a big day, spending all day at the hospital for my various physical exams, blood work, and scans, I would say today actually outweighs it by several metric tons. I mean, I already knew I had a pituitary tumor. The question of course was had it changed in…