ugh

biopsy: wow, that sucked. I never, ever, ever want to do anything like that again.

Hobling back to bed very soon. Watching Miracle......again. Wish my body didn't hate me. What to do? Knit? Sleep? Or cross stitch? Wish I had a book. Or some company. I have the best dog in the world and very entertaining fish.

Yes I am a wuss, my friends. However - I did all of this on my own today (read: biopsy, driving there, passing out, throwing up, getting prescription, getting food, driving home). Know why? Cuz that's what adults do, that's why.