I have six hours to kill until the big doctors appointment.
The waiting is killing me.
In my head I am going over every possible scenario and of course, only focusing on the bad ones.
He can say:
1.Yes! I'll do your surgery. We can fit you in next week, there will be little to no scarring, etc.
2.Yes! I'll do your surgery. We can't fit you in until August. There will be little to no scarring, etc.
3. Yes! I'll do your surgery. There will be bad scarring.
4. No, I won't do your surgery.
Arrrgggghhhh. I just want to know what is going to happen.
This sucks. This really really sucks.
Cross your fingers that it will be GREAT news.
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