I have decided to do a short pictorial update instead of a lengthy wordy one, because I had to actually get my hair cut last week, and also I was carrying a lot of stuff in my handbag. Mostly I am procrastinating on writing the proper update. I’ve been busy writing up a 12 minute talk that I’m doing tomorrow at the Peter Mac about the sleep group I attended, and also my speech last week at work about the…
(Original title – Gilderoy Lockhart) Do you know what really grinds my gears? Watching TV shows and movies about cancer, where people have perfectly smooth bald heads because “chemo”, and they keep all of their eyelashes which are coated in layers of mascara and super long and beautiful, and the most perfect eyebrows to frame their faces. It really gives me the shits. They also get away with not being bloated from medication, without looking completely dead in the eyes,…
(Original title – The Whomping Willow) Here’s the rundown on how today went with my oopherecomy and bonus D&C. I arrived at the Peter Mac 15 minutes before I was due to check in because I wanted to avoid being late since I was scolded for it last time (which I guess should have been the indicator that things were gonna go to shit). I check in, go upstairs to level 6 where day surgery is, and wait. For 45…