Okay, so it turns out I have pneumonia. Don’t worry. At least, I think it’s pneumonia, because of the symptoms, all pneumonia-like and all, but I snuck a peek at my xray, and about a quarter of my left lung showed a shadow. More like a pool of snot, but shadow works for the queasy.
Yet my doctor was all freaked out that I lost 25 pounds without trying, so he says if the xray doesn’t show cancer, we are going for a cat scan. WE??? Yeah, doc, get in that machine for me, because it fah-reeks me out.
I prefer the weight loss theory that Cat espouses, a tapeworm. She is all obsessed with the tapeworms, and when she discovered she didn’t actually have one, she had to foist it off on me. Makes perfect sense, lose 25 pounds, you have a tapeworm.
I am a big believer that knowledge is power, and I refuse to get my knickers in a twist until I am sure I have something to fret about. (Did you notice how I refrained from saying “panties”? Because, apparently,some internet folks really hate the word panties.)
Lately, and I apologize to my best bloggy friends for this, but I have been so ignoring my blog and only updating when I get a polite notice from BlogHer. It’s just that life has been interfering with the online stuff. But really, Twitter has been more absorbing to me lately.
I’m sorry, bloggy friends. I will try to do better after I resolve the health issues.
And all these thirty somethings saying “I’m old”? Old hurts. Physically. Don’t delude yourselves.