Fat

When I tell people I had a lump removed off my shoulder last week, people, for half a second have a panic in their eyes. Oh god, I can see the thought flitter through their minds, a lump.

And I do want to correct them, it was nothing of the sort. Not. Scary. At. All. (except for the hospital bit, which I found absolutely terrifying because it was hospital-ly and stuff).

But on the other hand, telling people the truth is a bit embarrassing. Not really; I mean it's not embarrassing bodies material, it's just, well, after people have thought of the C word, saying it was just fat seems a bit silly. A bit off a let down in a perverse weird way.

So, in the place of the lump (of fat), I now have a small cross shaped scar*, 3 impressive bruises on my wrist where they tried (and eventually succeeded) to put the drip in, and a whole lot of catching up to do.

So just to let you know, I'm much better thank you, yes I agree the bruises are impressive (I am quietly proud of them) and it was fat.

Hwyl a sbrii

*I was hoping the scar was going to be straight so that I could pretend I had been in a sword fight with a pirate. I'm not sure how a cross shaped one will fit into that story...