July 2nd

Fuck. Results from the MRI are in sooner than expected and I walked in to work this morning to a voicemail from Dr. C's office. He wants to see me at 3:30 tomorrow. Chickie on the phone said he's specifically leaving the hospital on a surgery day to come talk to me. That can't be good. I'm sitting here crying at my desk. I am now going to be freaking out until tomorrow afternoon. Funny, today marks the one year anniversary of my surgery..........