My kid turns 14 next week and starts highschool in September. Sweet baby Christ in a minivan, where did the time go?
In April (I think, it might have been May because my memory is hot garbage), I found something that all women dread finding: a lump in my breast. Because my doc runs a walk-in clinic for his patients on the weekends, I tried to go the following Sunday. I got there early, but not early enough to be seen. Frustrated and freaking out, I had to book an in-patient appointment (and made it for multiple issues for my convenience). I had the lump confirmed, got a requisition for a mammogram/ultrasound, booked that appointment, had that appointment, then had to text for the results which I got in a phone call a few hours later.
I have a lump, yes, but one of the mostly benign kind (the risk of the lump being cancerous is teeny tiny, but it is NOT ZERO). Fibroadrenoma is a mass of tissue that happens most often between the ages of 15 and 35, but can show up whenever. I have to have another ultrasound in six months to make sure that the lump is stable (as in, NOT GROWING because that would be Very Very Bad, M'Kay) and that's it.
For the kid's upcoming birthday, I got him RAM for his lappytop, taking him from a paltry 8GB to a whopping 32GB, the max his machine can handle. So now I have this 8GB stick of RAM kicking around that I figured I had no use for. EXCEPT my very own beloved beastie uses the same type (DDR4) AND has 8GB. So it looks like I'm getting an upgrade, too! Huzzah!
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