And I didn't even get paid!
I got a call from the plastic surgeon's scheduling secretary a week or so ago reminding me of an appt this Friday. Only, I had a note on my calendar that it was this morning. I called them when I noticed and they said I was due in a half hour. Fortunately I was dressed and had already dropped Cha off at daycare. I sped over there with a whopping five minutes to spare.
I was put in a room and stripped down while the PS took pictures. Nah, that's not humiliating at all! I'm sure a year from now I'll be asking for copies to remind myself how far I've come.
The surgeon was very nice and really helped to put me at ease. I asked a few questions and he kept asking if I had any more. Despite the dozen other people in the waiting room, there was no sense of hurry. I mentioned my anxiety issues and he told me to go out and have a few margaritas and try to relax.
Tomorrow morning I have my pre-admissions appt at the hospital. I might just call them this afternoon to make sure that hasn't changed.
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