I'm hoping that if I make a post grumbling about this, it'll be resolved:

My second carpal tunnel surgery is tomorrow. The surgical center has this weird policy where the patient is scheduled for a surgery date like a month out, but NOT a surgery time. They wait until the day before the scheduled surgery to call the patients and tell them what time the surgery will be. This is the weirdest fucking thing ever. I didn't like it with my right hand and I don't like it with my left hand.

Anyway, it's 1:35 the day before my alleged surgery and they haven't called me yet, and I'm getting twitchy about it. Just let me know what time to be there, you weirdos!

Ugh, I hate that kind of thing. May they call you soon.

I'm going to my first Childless Cat Ladies thing tonight, and that's going to be CCL from now on, because that's how we roll. It's a workshop about how to engage in "effective conversation in a polarized world." TBH, I fear the time for conversation has long since passed. Well, for some time now, actually. But. I'm going. Hope looms eternal, I guess.

Thanks for the update, Cash. I'm so happy for the good trendlines with work and school, and I also have issues with this timeline.

Tep, that's fucking stupid.

We're alternating between cold and overcast and sunny yet cool days, and frankly it's been a little early for the fog to move in on the summertime. (Usually it's a late July/August thing.) Anyway, blue skies for Wednesday. Because I know you want a SF weather report every damn day!

My niece, Crystal, is coming out next Tuesday for a week's visit. Looking forward to having her here over my birthday week.

Okay, it took them over a fucking hour to call me, but it's scheduled for noon, which is kind of awesome, since my first one was like 7:30 a.m. Now I can sleep until a reasonable hour, have a leisurely breakfast, and go get my hand fixed.

Yay, Tep!

It's a workshop about how to engage in "effective conversation in a polarized world."

I was thinking I read something like this recently. It was yesterday. On your FB. It sounds cool if I didn't say so there.

Hope looms eternal, I guess.

Indeed.

So, Tim has a weird lump on his neck that showed up in April. When it didn’t go away, his primary-care doctor had him get a CT scan, and the CT scan conclusion was “Yes, that sure is a lump.” Based on the density and size of the lump, it could just be inflammation of a lymph node from an infection or from his rheumatoid arthritis, or it could be a necrotic lymph node (which is apparently not as horrible as it sounds), or it could be a weird benign cyst like a sebaceous cyst, or it could be a lump of doom. It’s exceedingly likely to be just a benign weird thing, but we don’t know. He has an appointment with an ENT tomorrow, who might poke it once, say “Yup, benign weird thing,” and send him on his way, or the ENT might have the lump biopsied.

Anyway, I am tired of Tim having medical issues and am asking for all the lump~ma for a benign weird lump. (“Benign and weird” really is his personal brand.)

I'm hardly thinking about my carpal tunnel surgery. Mostly I’m trying and failing to not obsess about Tim’s weird lump. Humans do get lumpier as we get older, that's for sure.

A world of lump~ma. Yes, we certainly do get lumpier with age. Mine are the sebaceous cyst variety. Very annoying.

All the lump ~ma Tim's way.

I was thinking I read something like this recently. It was yesterday. On your FB.

Ha, ha! I've had that very same experience with things here that are also there.

Mine are the sebaceous cyst variety.

I have a sebaceous cyst on my head, right above my hairline; since my hair covers it, I haven't been motivated to have it removed. But its existence (and size and texture) is why I'm not freaked out by Tim's weird lump, because it's sure similar to mine. But no matter how I try to talk myself out of worrying about it, I know I won't stop worrying until he has an actual diagnosis.

Yay for the sleeping in friendly scheduling, Tep! Benign weird ~ma!

CCL sounds cool, I hope it's a good group

It's hot here. Hot enough that when I looked at my phone to check if it will be this hot tomorrow (not supposed to be) I was gratified to see in numbers how hot it is (92, which does count as proper hot in my mind). And yet, cat keeps needing to sit on me for some reason. I will be retreating to the darkened bedroom with a fan pointed right at me as soon as is compatible with this stupid working for a living thing I seem to be stuck with. Ooh, might be a good time to play the cut out early since tomorrow is a holiday card....