"Hey guys. I'm awake down here."

In a post on Monday I mentioned "The Thing" (queue ominous music, I imagine it is kind of like "The Blob" only a lot less deadly and would probably somehow involve smut. Because if I have to have an unknown thing lurking in my chest it is damn well going to have super powers!). Tuesday afternoon I got a phonecall telling me I had a bronchoscopy with biopsy scheduled for 7:45 am 86 km way Thursday morning.

( "See munchkin, I told you it wouldn't be this thing that killed me, you were all worried for nothing." "Mom, if you don't stop bouncing I will be the thing that kills you." )