As I typed that last bit, the tech came to tell me I'm good to go, no need for biopsy, come back in a year (not even 6 months). This is good. I am grateful for this.
And that man was bad. It's not facebook's fault. But seeing him praised there came to me through that app/messenger, and isn't helping my sense of the bullshit and hostility and brutality and callous selfishness of humanity.
My new brown roof is on, and the gutters were about to be installed when I left for this appt. My pets and I are basically well. I got a good night's sleep. My job is super-cool about me taking time off. There may be a thunderstorm this afternoon. Maybe I'll get a good night's sleep tonight, too.
This is me talking me down.
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