Thank you, my dearest. I haven't really talked to many people about it. I guess since I've scheduled the surgery it's all becoming real, ya know. It's been about a year and a half now of "Well, it may be this...it may be that..blah blah." So, it's all finally coming to an end, I suppose. It sucks though, because my friend is getting married on the day of my post-op appointment. The doctor said she may call sooner if my results come in before that, but still. I just don't know how much they're going to take. First, she told me they would just do it in the office, then decided that I wouldn't be able to handle it and that she wanted to do an outpatient surgery. So...I guess my thoughts were that if I was awake during the procedure, I could at least say something and tell her to stop if I got freaked out. Now...I'm going to be dead to the world with someone coming at my nipple with "electrocartery" tools and scalpels and needles and thread. (I don't think I spelled that right, but I don't even care. Ha.) Lame!
I miss you like crazy. I feel bad that I always miss your calls. I'm always afraid I'll call you too late, because I generally get off work later.
How is school going for you? Have you decided on a major or just general studies?
I lurve you more than sunshine and skittles and caterpillars!
