31st October 2016
Exam week is almost here!
I have two exams to go and then I’m free! Forever.
I received a confirmation email about the time and location of my exam. As a distance student, I could choose where I want to sit the exam. I chose Thames because it was close to my house. Little did I know, the exam location was a church. The irony is not lost on me.
Another unexciting thing is the biopsy for my left boob. I had been dreading this moment and it finally arrived.
My mum and I jumped in a car and drove over to Hamilton. It wasn’t too exciting. I sat in a waiting room. I filled out a tonne of forms. Most of them asking about my familial history with cancer. I think three different people grabbed my boobs that day. I know they were just doing their job, but it was…uncomfortable.
One hour and two needles later, I was sitting in the recovery area and putting an icepack in my bra. The biopsy definitely wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. The whole thing was guided by ultrasound and I got to see the numbing agent move through my body. That part was actually pretty cool. I didn’t feel the numbing needle or the bigger, scarier biopsy needle. Overall, it was pretty painless. For the first day, anyway.
I did feel like someone had punched me in the boob the next day. I was glad I had been restricted to minimal movement for the next 48 hours because I couldn’t lift my arm without being in serious pain. I might have milked it a little bit. I think I needed a bit of extra attention. So sue me.
I spent the rest of the week studying for exams. My final two exams. Ever.
It started in casually reading over notes to panicking and wondering when the hell I learned any of the material. Revising quickly turned into a cram session to see how much I could learn in the next week or two.
It can’t be that hard, right?