I sat in a four-hour mandatory meeting today, writhing in my chair and swimming in a nauseous fog of muscle relaxers and Vicodin -- but still feeling the !&%$!*#+! pain radiating from my neck down my arm. There was no way to be comfortable. And since much of the meeting was a PowerPoint presentation on marketing Dilbertisms ("Business Development Stewardship"..."Strategic Marketing Initiatives"), there was no way to be interested, either. I guess we're supposed to be excited about this stuff, but sorry, I'm too busy trying to please unpleasable people and get the proposals out the door on time. I resented being there because I have deadlines coming due and this took away critical time from doing my job. And of course the project manager I'm working with is NOT PLEASED WITH ME since I wasn't available to work on her proposal. Jeeze.
Shortly before the meeting ended, I had to leave for my repeat mammogram appointment. (It was almost a relief to have a reason to leave! Except that I didn't know why they were calling me back in, so that had me rather worried). They took more pictures of my left side, with a different machine that takes digital zoom shots, AND IT HURT LIKE HELL. Turns out I have some calcification in that breast and the radiologist came in and talked to me about it. It's most likely not worrisome -- calcification is quite common -- but apparently the size or arrangement of the calcium deposits calls for a closer look. Guess what that means? A biopsy. I have THAT to look forward to at the butt-crack of dawn Monday morning.
I have no idea how I'll feel afterward, and those deadlines loom. I'm feeling quite overwhelmed.
