There is no privacy on the internet anyway
So a piece of me is precancerous and I have to get it removed. It’s not a big deal and I will likely be fine in both the short and long runs, but it’s kind of frustrating to think of the body as an enemy already. I’m sure this has been written better elsewhere, but anyway, I had this dream a month ago that little green worms kept tunneling out of the backs of my hands and that’s kind of the picture in my head as I mark the doctor’s appointment (outpatient, one hour, please premedicate) on my calendar.
