surgery has been scheduled
or, How The Universe Confirms That My Decisions Are The Right Ones
Finally got in touch with the surgery scheduler this morning. She had open: the day before my birthday, the poet's birthday, or, oops, hey, we had a cancellation this Thursday, can you do it then? In two days?
Me: FUCK YEAH. Sign me up. Let's get this show on the road.
I expect tons of emails and tweets and
half gallons of ice cream healthy snacks coming my way while I recover. I guess I'm going to have to tell my PT. Eeks.
And, the support I got from everyone yesterday was phenomenal and I can't tell you guys how much it means to me. Thank you.