long in coming...

finally, some good news. "fibroadenoma" - that's what they called my excised lumpy nemesis. so, yes, am okay. well, as far as this debacle goes, i guess i'm okay.

anyway, more reasons to hate notorious doctor (anti-thesis of george clooney in every way):

1. he's asking me to return on the 23rd! and he only saw me for, like, five lousy minutes! hello!?! i do have a job, you know. i don't just twiddle my thumbs, waiting for my next doctor's appointment! argh!

2. after having informed him that my skin was adhering way too much to the provided plaster, he nods ("oh, okay") and RRRRIIIIPPPPPPPS the freakin' dressing off! have i done this person wrong? i wonder. perhaps in a previous life?!?

3. he doesn't validate parking. the prick.