Be Careful What You Wish For

I know I’m one of probably 80%* of people who have been blogging as long as I have who have run out of ‘blogging steam’ in the last couple of years. It’s easy to do, a blog about your personal life, a life that has settled into some kind of mundane normality, isn’t one that provides much fodder for reflection or much interest for those who may have been reading.  You know, at least as long as all you’re doing is getting up, going to work, eating socialising and so on.

Frankly, I could have been blogging about my Melbourne adventures, but those have mainly revolved around trying new restaurants, drinking new and ever fancier local beers. Furthermore, I  have never wanted this blog to turn into that Christmas letter you see ever year. You know the one, you’ve probably got one on your mantlepiece as we speak, one that rattles off all of the year’s achievements, and sometimes the ups and downs, but mostly which serves to be a ‘on-paper’ Facebook wrap up that shows off the bits of our life that makes us look more interesting than we are.

This makes me think that for some writing a personal blog and reading everyone else’s, at least in this quarter, has run out of steam because we’re only so interesting as we are different from those around us, and as the similarities become more obvious the longer we blog… I don’t know.. I’m spitballing here… just writing until I’m ready to write what I’m actually supposed to write about.

So, about that…

In reference to the title… I had a moment recently when I’d kind of wished that my life hadn’t settled so quickly back into normality even in my new surroundings; I kind of hoped that I had more fodder to write about… and well, here we are after a visit to the surgeon with just that.

More to write about.

Don’t panic.

I’m not panicking, so frankly I don’t you need panicking either. I really only know a little more now than I did before my appointment. That really only amounts to having seen the x-ray and had pointed out the area on those films which has raised these questions.  I do know that the point of curiosity on the x-ray is a 2.,5cm long lytic lesion (go ahead, look it up, but I don’t want you to tell me what you find, thanks) that’s sitting at the top of my right humerus just below the shoulder joint.

The surgeon has said “It could be a tumor”, and the fact that the edges aren’t strictly smooth makes them want to look at it further.  So, yep, I’m still in limbo, still in that ‘awkward in between’ until I have a bone scan and CT scan next week (Monday).

So yeah, stick around, I’ll give you an update then.

*made up number