Well. I may have a few years left in me yet. Thanks for any kind thoughts. I’m most likely not immediately dying pending a visit to a dermatologist. Though I do have to have another surgery in addition to the one I still need on my wrist so that’s fun. And I’m still not out of the woods yet. Have to have a biopsy. But. Whatever. Such is my lot in life.

On a more positive note I’m wondering if I’m the only one that feels a bit of schadenfreude when they see an ex that screwed them over in the past and that person now looks like shit. I guess I’m a bad person eh?

My life currently

I haven’t posted on here in freaking ages. Not that I didn’t have anything to say but because I’ve had so much crap going on that I’ve honestly been too lazy to write. I’m stuck in hicksville in a house I can’t sell because it needs a lot of work and most of the contractors around here are dumb, crooked, or both. I stand to realize a decent commission if and when I do sell it. It’s just depressing that I’m putting off school to deal with contractors and the like.

I guess my main reason for posting tonight is that I’ve been freaking out for a bit now but especially after the holidays and their distractions. On my dad’s side of the family, yeah thanks to him again, I ┬áinherited a bad gene that causes the males to be particularly unlucky in that we develop cysts more than the average person. I have dealt with it for years and been embarrassed by it but this time I have one that I’m afraid may have gone rogue. Meaning cancerous. ┬áI’ve shared this with a few people but not many.

So I’ve got an appointment on Wednesday to get it checked out. This isn’t bullshit at all. So if anyone still reads this I’d just ask for prayers, good wishes, or whatever positive thoughts my way while I freak out about this. Thanks and happy new year to all.