I have been waiting for about 3 weeks now and am glad to be able to say my appointment with the surgon/specilist is tomozo *lol* for short cut word! I have a hour and a half appointment and am totally baffeled as to what is going to happen in that hour and a half.

what are they going to say? are they going to accept me? are they going to ask me questions? maybe they are going to tell me what to do next...or even tell me to wait. (until apra releases my super....IF they release my super)hell maybe they could even say start preparing NOW yippeeeeeeee

I look at my daughters little tuppaware *snack cup* and think to myself that i will be joining her in the snack cup meal *grins* very excited!! My hubby says he will buy baby food for me too!! (smart asssssssk your mother for sixpence to see the funny giraffe!!!!!!)

back to the story.....I can only imagine that this appointment will change my life one way or the other. I will be devistated if they cant help me...or have to make me wait for 6 months or or or...who knows what. I know that I want this surgury and am totally ready for the upside down that i will be thrown into... I like upside down! I'm good at upside down, especially if its been a long time comming and i have made it happen for myself. thats how everything has happened for me over my life. example..... a washing machine put me into a home loan and one of the best decisions i have ever made in my life! (I now pay half of what most rent for)

So...hopefully tommozo is one of those days where i thank my lucky stars i went into my hubbies doctors clinic with him, but waited in the waiting room. the one faithful day I picked up a peice of paper that could change my life, and perception of life and how i see it forever. I peice of paper that made me consider what i want for myself....my family....no just myself for the second (not that they didnt have weight in the decision of course) but a peice of paper that could make me totally re evaluate who i am...and who i could be if this actually worked for me. positive turmoil that has given me restless nights, but waking with a smile. Anxiety on a decision that has to be made twice....three times even.

Maybe the answer is in the washing machine or the pocket of my jeans! pre or post wash is the question.:001_rolleyes: