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.