I see the surgeon on Wednesday, presumably so he can admire his handiwork, but I called his office today to get the results of the biopsy they did while removing my late lamented thyroid.
The result was benign. My kind of result.
I'm definitely on the merry road to recovery. I didn't even feel the need for a nap today and it hardly hurts when I swallow. In fact, the only way you'd know I had surgery is my neck bears a strong resemblance to that of the Bride Of Frankenstein's. I'm hoping that's not a permanent condition.
I got an email this evening from my editor asking me to reread The Shade Of The Moon (the equivalent of galley proofs, I guess, only without actual galleys) by March 11. This is something of an improvement over their asking me questions about copy for the front flap on the day of my surgery.
My thyroid may be gone, but my ability to whine and kvetch remains as strong as ever!