Did you know you can buy human bones online for cheap? A finger bone costs only $5. A rib is $8. Holy crap. That seems wrong for some reason.

Alright people, so here’s the thing I’ve been avoiding talking about. More after the jump, because I’m weird like that.

I have a slight lump in my throat. When I say this, I mean it very literally. I have this mass that has seemingly sprung up in my thyroid, making it look like I’ve grown an adam’s apple. The actual term is thyroid nodule, which is sort of ambiguous. Bluntly, it’s a term for a (overwhelmingly usually) benign tumor, though there is a very small percentage that it could be cancerous. I won’t give you a comprehensive run-down of my family’s medical history, but shortly put, it’s not really in my favor on it being benign if we’re going off of that. This seems to have come down to a game of odds.

I feel weird, laying myself on the line out like this, but then again this is my freakin’ post and I suppose I’ll lay myself out on the line if I want to.

I also feel weird that my main concern seems to be that if it is cancerous and they have to remove the thyroid, I’ll gain a significant amount of weight. Excuse me if this sounds shallow, but this is my freakin’ post and I’ll sound shallow if I want to.

Alright, so that being said, I found out that I’m really bad at asking for prayer in person. I mean if you and I were to be standing face to face, I more than likely wouldn’t ask you to pray for me. I’m not sure why. It’s not because I think you’ll laugh at me - I have a hard time asking for prayer from people at church. It definitely doesn’t come from a fear of rejection. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve discovered I’m awful at it. As this is my freakin’ post, I’ll content myself with asking you through writing, as I usually do. But surely this is something I need to work on.

On a slightly humorous note, I got to call into work because I’m radioactive for 48 hours. Yep. Radioactive. In order to get one’s thyroid scanned, one has to take a radiation pill that is kept in a series of 3 lead vials with massive caution labels and then deposited rather unceremoniously in the hand to be ingested (and the technician actually stares at you like you’re an idiot when you ask if it’s safe). I can’t be around children under 12 or small pets. I’ll cause them to grow a third eye or something equally unpleasant but not as cool.

But yeah. My official and valid reason for not showing up today is that I’m radioactive.

So I’ll know Wed or Thurs of next week if I have to have surgery. I won’t mention it beyond this until then.

I don’t glow in the dark or anything, either.