I hate waiting.

I wish I was better at it, but I'm not. I called Dr Fetner on Monday.  He called me back and pretty much said the same thing he had in the voice mail on Fri.  He then went on to tell me that he wanted to talk with MacGregor since he was the last one in there. I guess that makes sense.  He would get back to me in a day or two.  In the meantime, the increase in pills has made a huge difference.  I feel better.  Less light headed, less nausea.  It seems to be better and I have a little more energy.  I got some gifts wrapped and got Erin's stuff mailed out to her.

On Wed, I called to find out he was in surgery.  Thurs I called because Jim is bothering me about it now.  I got the call late in the day.  I have to have blood work in the morning, I have an appointment on the 18th and surgery is tentatively scheduled for the 22nd. I will be in for 5-7 days, I think.

While I am not thrilled to be in the hospital and laid up for another holiday, I am thrilled to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I have missed so much of my favorite time of year, have had 3 funerals that I couldn't attend, couldn't do Black Friday at all, missed baby showers, Santa-Con, get togethers with friends, Thanksgiving with my family, and now Christmas and Christmas Eve as well as possibly New Year.  On top of all that, I am short at least 2 months of pay and I miss work.  But I will be able to put all of that behind me as the worst year EVER!

I am finding that I now want to celebrate everything!  I want to make sure that I travel to see friends that I miss dearly.  I want to go see my daughter and son in law in Connecticut.  I want to celebrate my 25th Anniversary this coming summer.  I want to celebrate Rylee's birthday in June as big as I can.  I want to go visit my mom; crazy as she is.  I want to hug my sisters.  And my nieces.  I want to make even the little things important!