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| Tuesday, 4 September 2007 |
| Armpit |
It's a stupid word. Its connotations are neither sexy, like breast, or purely functional, like cervix. It's still filled with childhood connections ("smelly armpit"). Except that it's also filled with a lump that seems to be the size of a smallish walnut, that dispite my patient waiting doesn't seem to be going away. I looked it up on the internet - because that's what I *do* - and there were three possibilities. I think we can discount "ingrowing hair" now. Which leaves me with something that appears to involve the lymph system - I don't even know what the lymph system is - or cancer. Interestingly, lymphatic cancer is what my mother just had.
Anyway, excuse me for writing this if there is actually anyone reading this. One of the advantages of having a blog that no one actually reads is that one can write this and it doesn't matter.
Then of course we have to add my terror of the French medical system. I can manage "I have a lump in my armpit, it is the size of a small walnut", despite its obviously close relationship to several lines from Monty Python. But - but - I'm scared, and when I don't even know where the doctor's office is, it's easier to ignore it than put in the work to find out something I really might not want to know.Labels: personal |
| posted @ 23:16 |
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