All Things Beautiful

I don't want to say it's killing me...but I feel a tremendous fluttering of butterflies each time I think about my appointment on Friday afternoon with the Specialist. I've been waiting a long time to get in to see her, and then all of a sudden the results from my MRI came in and I received two cryptic phone calls from the receptionist at the clinic asking me to bump up my appointment at the next possible opening...

Ummm...of course...may I ask why?

No, of course you can never ask why....the receptionist doesn't know anyway...you have to wait as patiently as possible...praying and trying not to worry...meanwhile the stress alone has resulted in three back to back migraines already this week...that's a new record for me.

Oh God, please help me.

I mean it.

I go back and forth trying to tell myself that if it was something really really serious they wouldn't let me wait until Friday even...if it was nothing at all they wouldn't be bumping my appointment by a whole month.

So my poor wearied, migraine addled brain is left with a vague category of things to choose from that it could be that the specialist needs to tell me...

I don't like that category very much...

Maybe there should be a rule about what receptionists are or aren't allowed to say to prospective patients in their phone messages....

Maybe I could use some prayers.

Cause as much as I believe in the power of prayer...mine feel a little pathetic right now.

That's all for today.

C'mon Friday.