Saturday, September 16, 2006
Falling apart at age 26.
I just found out from another friend that Lisa has 6 weeks to live, and I now know the area where she is hospitalised. I should be able to send her a letter now, at least. I still feel sick all the time, and am having trouble sleeping. I wish I could go see her, but this time is for her family. I think I probably only want to go for selfish reasons.
I went to the doctors yesterday about two things, one was a suspicious looking mole(the whole Lisa thing has spurred me into action), and my dodgy shoulder. I've had this pain in my right arm/shoulder for about 9 months now, it's getting worse and stopping me from functioning. I struggle to brush my hair some days. I've been diagnosed with Rotator Cuff Tendonitis/Bursitis, which is what Google told me it was 9 months ago when it started happening. I've now got to take 3 anti-inflammatory tablets a day for 6 weeks. If that doesn't help, physio and steroid injections here I come! I've also opted to have the weird mole removed, better safe than sorry. I am not looking forward to being sliced, poked and stitched.
I just spoke to my friend Bev, and arranged to go round there for a takeaway and a drink next Friday. I can't wait as we've not seen her and Nik for about 10 months. She needs cheering up too as her ankle is in plaster. She went on holiday and injured herself an hour after arriving. What a great romantic break that was, the poor thing!