And so the thing.

My father is safely married.

I am safely home.

I will catch up on stuff tomorrow.

I think I amused my doctor.

I know I flustered the lab tech.

I went in to the doctor with a list of nine things to bring up (new pill prescription, going off the pill, STD scan, HPV vaccine knowledge, moving and thus likely changing doctors, am I sick or just dehydrated, marks on leg, lump on shoulder, range of motion issues in left shoulder). Bits of the conversation included a lot of random referencing of the list, and an exchange that went something like:

"I think I have a sebacious cyst on my shoulder."
"Could I have a look at it?"
"Sure."
"... yep, that looks like a sebacious cyst."

So I have a prescription, a referral for the appropriate minor surgery to remove the damn lump from my shoulder, a sheet of paper with shoulder exercises to see if I can get a little more range on the joint, and a little less blood than I started with. (suzimoses, you were right about the weirdness on the leg -- doc thinks they're stretch marks too.)

I flustered the tech by complimenting her on her technique, but really, I've had enough trouble with people trying to find my veins that I really appreciate someone who's skilled.

And that's what I've accomplished so far today.