The two oldest pigs used to call Owen "the baby of Doom." This was done with no prompting from me, they just happened to pick an accurate name for him. Anyway...PK had a liver biopsy today. Her medical mystery that was said to be some random rare hepatitis was shot down by the liver specialist here, thus liver of doom.
The results of the biopsy are supposed to be in around Thanksgiving. So, that's it. She's got to lay on the couch and wonder what is making her feel like crap until then.
At least she gets to read her issue of Interweave Knits in the meantime. Which reminds me, those dirty dogs at Interweave never sent me my Holiday Issue, which I ordered in like August. Then to top it off, PK gets her copy of the latest issue, and now I am all stressed out that I won't get this one either. And, and, I really like the sweater by Veronik Avery. She is awesome. It's a yoke neck with multicolor circles around the neck. There is also a sweet looking pull over with a cabled arm raglan sleeve thing going on! Arggggh. I hate waiting. Magazines, pathology results, surprises, it's all the same.
Something about a virtue, but waiting still stinks.