#postprocedurepause

Today was a big day—one of those days where everything feels just a little heavier than usual.

I took UBER to work, then to the hospital, and back home again—since driving was off the cards after my procedure. My housemate didn’t say anything before heading out, probably forgot what today was. And you know what? That’s okay. I don’t want to feel like I’m keeping score with anyone. No tallying up favours. No emotional debts.

The biopsy itself… well, it wasn’t exactly a rainbow. The doctor said my bone was tougher than expected—go me, I guess?—which meant he had to, and I quote, “punch” harder than usual to get the needle through. Not the most comforting visual, but hey, mission accomplished. He got the samples.

Now it’s me, some Panadol, and strict no-shower rules for 48 hours. Honestly? I crawled into bed after getting home and ordered pizza. Sometimes that’s all you can do—survive the storm and feed yourself something warm.

I may be sore, but I’m still here. Still cloudy. Still trying.