Ya'll wish me luck tomorrow! In my mind, I've made this appointment with the 'spert out to be a do or die, now or never, shit or get off the pot situation.
I'm just a smidge overdramatic. Sometimes. I'll let you know what he says. If anything.
The ever changing, always growing medical chart/accident report of Little Miss Mushy Bones
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Squee!
It's feeling real. I got my "patient itinerary" from UAMS. I have confirmed times. For a bone density test (that insurance is paying for... I have it in writing) and an appertmint with the 'spert.
Should I really be this excited? Hell fucking yes. I've gotten my hopes up before about getting a diagnosis and nothing came of it. NOW, if this shithead doesn't figure something out, I'll go nuts. Promise. I will. I can see it now... Local woman found wandering streets of downtown Little Rock... naked... begging... for calcium.
There'll be pics, I'm sure. I'll post them. When/if I get out of jail.
Should I really be this excited? Hell fucking yes. I've gotten my hopes up before about getting a diagnosis and nothing came of it. NOW, if this shithead doesn't figure something out, I'll go nuts. Promise. I will. I can see it now... Local woman found wandering streets of downtown Little Rock... naked... begging... for calcium.
There'll be pics, I'm sure. I'll post them. When/if I get out of jail.
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