Much to Steve's chagrin, the cyst I have is apparently a tetranoma. Otherwise known as the super creepy kind that can grow hair and teeth (and other stuff). So I have been telling him I have an evil gremlin in my body and it freaks him the freak out. After stress starving myself all week (awesome diet plan: convince yourself you're dying), I decided I wanted a celebration treat.
Me: I want to celebrate with a donut!
Steve: What kind of donut?
Me: Hmmm...let me ask the gremlin what it wants.
Steve: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP CALLING IT A GREMLIN.
Me: The gremlin doesn't like it when you are mean to me. You wouldn't like the gremlin when it's angry.
Steve: Seriously. SERIOUSLY. Stop.
Me: The gremlin wants a cream filled donut.
Steve: I hate you.
Oh, and in other news, my brain MRI was fine. Life...amirite?
And, as usual, Steve was pretty much the best husband ever while I had a total meltdown. He took awesome care of me, held my hand while I sobbed that Wm is too young to remember me, and came with me to my MRI. And, he's getting the gremlin a cream filled donut tonight. And the SUPER BIGGEST THANK YOU to Jess, who made me feel so much better and was constantly there to talk me down off the ledge. And to Suzanne for bringing cookies and Mousey and herself over to help get me through it.
In non-gremlin news, here is a cute picture of Wm I took while testing out the new camera functions of iOS7.
His new teeth are coming in! |
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