(NOTE — this is from 11/12/12) I’m not sure if it’s the surgery of the fact that I haven’t really eaten anything today aside from coffee but I am totally starting to panic. I thought that if I wrote it down in this blog it would start to feel better, less like I am freaking out. Not so much.
31 days. In 31 days I could grow a rabbit. Or a skunk. If, I guess, I were a female rabit or skunk. But you get my drift. 31 days is the countdown and I am FREAKING out.
Oh, and as if to top it off, I think I caused a hairline fracture in my front tooth. So I will be gimpy and basically look like a hillbilly if they have to remove the tooth. I really really really hope they don’t.