Sometimes a backache is just a backache. I dunno what yesterday's agony was about, but I drank a bunch of cranberry juice and woke up feeling fine.
It's a good thing, too, because today was a mixed double (first Eclecstasy, then Beta Job for training), tomorrow and the two days following are Eclecstasy/Eclecstasy doubles, Monday is a mixed double, and then Tuesday I am just working one shift at Eclecstasy, but it's a long one and when I get home I'll be trying to give the boys some face-time. Wednesday Hotter has Transplant clinic, so I'll probably have something to say about that (hopefully just some miscellaneous bitching about how much I hate Local Teaching Hospital and parking downtown), or I might just skip straight to drinking my feelings, because Thursday I train at Beta Job in the morning and get my tits examined by a surgeon in the local Breast Health Center in the afternoon (I was told to expect, at the very least, a mammogram and ultrasound, with an ultrasound-guided needle biopsy also a strong possibility unless the surgeon felt it best to just schedule an OR and remove the lump entirely, so it should be LOADS of fun).
So if you don't hear from me before Thursday, I'll let y'all know how that goes Thursday after I get home from the tit-stravaganza, hopefully with GOOD NEWS (because anything else would be absolutely fucking unacceptable, and does not bear thinking about).