In which Doug has another hole punched in him

Home from the biopsy. Turns out it was a CT-guided needle biopsy, which was a new one on me. Shorter version: CT scan, lidocaine, CT scan, punch!, CT scan, placement good, *pop* *pop* *pop*, needle out, you're done.

A bit sore, but compared to have a bone marrow sample taken from my hip? This was easy.

My Winter Solstice post.

"Burn, ill luck!" as I leap over the flames.

(This is only going to make sense to Harry Turtledove fans who've read the Krispos books.)