It took me five days to put the previous post together. I wrote, erased, wrote, deleted, decided not to post then finally said f*ck it all and hit the Publish button. It’s my blog, after all, and I have to tell my story, good and bad. And I knew I once I posted I would get a phone call from Dr. S.
Maybe he reads my blog. Or maybe it’s Wednesday and he said he’d let me know before Friday.
Well. I’m not going to die. I’m sure some of you may be upset at the thought of me living another day, but this little cervical problem I’m having is not going to be my demise. He’s just going to freeze a few spots inside, punch them out and hopefully with regular checkups we’ll catch anything else that pops up. Easy-peasy.
The butterflies are out of my chest and I can breathe again.