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So I went to the dermatologist this morning, to check up on Damien, the mystery rash that turned out to be Maybe Lymphoma, But The Nice Kind. Well, I say nice. Mostly I mean "not terminal". The doctor I spoke with this time (my last doctor left) thinks it might have been pseudolymphoma, like my body just enjoys dressing up as various diseases to freak me the fuck out.

"I can't say for sure," he said. "I didn't meet you last time, but I did meet your biopsy, and it looked pretty scary under a microscope."

Thanks?

Anyway, they wanted some blood work, which was fine, but apparently now I regularly get that thing where they puncture a vein and you pass out. So that was less than fine. But eventually, after regaining consciousness and lying down for a while, they put me in a cab and I came home.

To find the Neato humping the Wii Fit, but I digress.

They said, just in case I'm anemic, they wanted me to drink some beef broth, which I am doing.

Do you guys have any idea how hard it is to drink an entire cup of beef broth. It's like chewing on a lump of salt. Or like, repeatedly licking a steak without getting to eat it.

Steak may be in my future for dinner.