Tomorrow is the day... I'm meeting with Dr. Steiner, and finding out when I will be going under the knife (and which kind of knife it's going to be.) I'm a tad freaked out tonight - ok, I'm tremendously freaked out. Spending the last year on knife-edge, waiting... it's not that I don't want to move on, it's just that I've gotten comfortable on this knife-edge. Well, not exactly comfortable, but I know how to react here, I know where I am, I know this space. And I really, really hate change.
On the other hand, I want to get Hank out of me. I think I hate Hank more than I hate change. But that's going to be hard, and painful, and involve a lot of change. It's not like I'm going to not do this, but I'm just feeling scared. And tired. But mostly scared.
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Piece of cake. and just remember, a piece of cake envolves a knife at some point.
Easily said from arm chair optimist.
praying for you.
(side note...to prove that I am not a robot, my security words are "safely" "spanked")
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