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Yesterday, I got a blood-test result I didn't like. Today, my endocrinologist tells me the change is not necessarily significant, given the margin of error, and we'll re-test in a month (and she wants to see me about the troubling symptoms). So I feel better today about the whole thing, but still: fuck cancer.

Surveys are all my brain can take right now

( This is a long-assed post full of Q&A, and I blame mactavish, because I stole almost all of it from her. Feel free to skip it. )

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Me, after going into the kitchen to kiss someotherguy on the shoulder: "Hi, cute boyfriend."

Him: "Hiya. Was I cute before I was washing the dishes?"

Me: "Sure. I didn't actually process that you were washing the dishes before I came in to say 'hi cute boyfriend'."

Him, laughing: "You came in to say hi to me and didn't know I was washing dishes? Did you think I'd developed some strange habit of standing near the sink with the water running?"

Me, laughing: "No, silly. I wasn't paying attention! It's not always about you!"

Him, laughing harder (and by the end of this exchange we were both laughing uproariously, to sogwife's bafflement): "It's not about me when you come say how cute I am?!?"

Me: "Well, up until I came to say how cute you were, I was paying attention to Vito, not you. It was VITO's turn to get my affection!"

Him: "Oh, I see!" *pause* "And I almost made the classic boy error of saying 'and you didn't CONSULT me about giving Vito your affection?' but now I know the error of my ways and I know that that, as well, is not about me."

Me: "Exactly!!"