2006-07-20
Bad news.
I'm going to Redding tomorrow. I'm not going to Redding to have fun or to hang out with my parents. It's not going to be fun.
A few nights ago, my friend's parents got into a domestic dispute. No one has really come out with the details of how it started or what exactly happened, but it ended with my friend's father going to the hospital with a gunshot wound to the leg and his mother dying from being shot in the head. Some are saying that she killed herself, shooting her husband in the process. Others are saying that her husband killed her after discovering that she filed for divorce. Either way, it's horrible.
I have no idea what I'm going to say to my friend. I don't know what I could say. I just...don't know. I just wish I could do something to take it all back.
This morning I was having my annual physical with my doctor, who discovered a lump in one of my breasts. It's small, something I never noticed, but apparently it's big enough to have it tested.
The doctor said I shouldn't worry about it, which is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. How can I not worry about it? How can I not have it in the back of my head? How can I not poke at the lump to the point of bruising, just to make sure that it's there?
I guess I should take the advice of the professional, and assume it's a cyst or something. I guess I'll find out on Tuesday, when it gets tested. I have a feeling it won't do so well on the math portion of the exam, but will excel in the language section.
(Ha ha, aren't tumor jokes hilarious?)
corin82 at 8:06 p.m.