My Brain...Unplugged.

the doctor called last night when i got home; it's official: i have an Acoustic Neuroma.

he gave me the name of a Neuro-Surgeon on Staten Island, and i have to call him later for an appointment.
i still have the appointment with the ENT on Friday, though i'm thinking that now whatever his advice will be is sorta moot. it looks like it's all in the hands of the Neuro-Surgeon.

i called my mom after i spoke with the doctor, and she was quite supportive; in her usual honest and direct manner she told me that despite my decision not to be operated on (regardless of the findings) that there is always the chance that any tumor or growth can morph into **whispers** cancer. this did little to settle my mind.

in a vain attempt to de-stress and chill out, i asked stephen if we could forgoe our usual QAF dvd marathon and watch something more more consistantly chipper: Will and Grace (Season 4) and the Golden Girls (Season 1). i figured, I REALLY need to laugh right now and these will do the trick (better living through DVD box sets). alas, i was wrong; i picked four of the most upsetting and downright depressing episodes in either shows' history: Grace takes to her bed after being dumped by Nathan (Woody Harleson) after a botched marriage proposal; Dorothy, Rose and Blanche rally around Sophia's bedside when it appears as though she is having a massive heart attack and contemplate death.

so after i stopped crying like a premenstural 16 year old, i left stephen to finish his paperwork and went to bed.

all in all it wasn't a good night.

"If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you."-Oscar Wilde