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One of my friends was married last weekend, and it was a gorgeous affair. It was also very tiring and time consuming and while I had a fantastic time and met lovely people and was all dressed up, OMG was I tired after the weekend.
I wasn't in the wedding, but Michael was so I was drug along everywhere it felt like.
Still Pretty though.

So one day randomly, Michael's father sees something swollen on his neck and wants him to have it checked out...we all think it's a swollen lymph node, so he's cranky, doesn't want to go to the doc, all that jazz.
Once he concedes and goes, the doc gets worried because it's fairly hard, unlike swollen lymph nodes. He said it could be a tumor or cancer.
At this point, everyone is pretty much overwhelmingly upset. Michael always has it together and even he was upset. His younger siblings were upset, his parents were torn up. All of it to be expected at this news, but it was a really shaking weekend.
I couldn't even stay with him, I have to drive back an hour and a half to go to work and I was pretty worthless that night work wise.
After a couple of weeks of testing, which Michael hated...he wants to be a doctor himself but hates being on the business end of the stethoscope...we were told surgery would remove whatever it was.
Went to a consult and Hallelujah he gave us a speculation to what he thinks it is.
He thinks it's a Carotid Body Tumor, which is a tumor which has a blood supply, and which not terribly common, can be removed without any worries. He's getting a bad ass epic surgeon from UNC since the tumor is pushing against his jugular, but he'll be fine with no worries.
I would have written earlier to share, because I really needed to vent, but I felt like I was so over emotional about the situation that it would seem maddening to read, so i wanted to wait until we had an idea of what it was so I could calm down a bit.
Everything is alright right now, he's just pouty because he doesn't want surgery...again, he's ok with dissection, but only when he get's to do the cutting...lol

I have to be out of my little apartment by the end of the month. I'll miss it, but I'm not sad about it. The only thing that sucks is the packing bit...I packed up a ton one night, I was uber motivated I guess, but since then, I'm just being lazy. My life is in cardboard boxes scattered about the place, which the kitties absolutely love of course.
I haven't heard anything official about the move to Raleigh yet...I know, it sucks. But it's all waiting on Michael's acceptance in to his Master's of Physiology program and my effin financial aid! I was awesome and was already accepted in to my anthropology program, then again mine isn't grad school yet.
He hasn't been given a letter saying he isn't accepted, which he would have gotten by now, so I'm assuming he's in and will be apartment hunting next weekend probably.
There in lies a whole new set of stress, but as much as I was against it, I am now looking forward to Raleigh.
And remember Schiavona, you and K_Rex are supposed to go out of lunch with me if I move there!!!

I've been having a lovely time unwinding by making plushies lately. I found this uber soft scrap fabric, so I was making a bunch out of it, and then I found more...i was so excited.
So here's pictures of me posing all silly like with my freshly made plushies.
Don't mind that I'm topless and sporting epic side pony tail all retro like....lol


I just got new fabric that feels soft like these guys do, and it's too cute, baby blue with brown polka dots, and my mom is giving me a bunck of her scrap fabric, so once more of these little dudes are done I will be putting them up for sale to good homes. But not after I roll about in them all nakie like first and take pictures with them...maybe even a set, who knows?