I'll start by saying this, things always work out. Always.
I've been doing some preparations in apprehension of the big day tomorrow. I know it's a little early to be dipping into the festive mood but I guess it's all part of gearing up for the big shindig. So far I've panicked about my bloodwork results and spent the day googling info about lymphocytes absolute etc and what it means if it is a little high. There I found lovely scientific sentiments such as, my kind of cancer=poor prognosis. How lovely.
I took mini breaks from that by obsessing about old flames and what went wrong. I also mulled over what love means and tried to pinpoint why exactly people make life long unions. Oh joy.
I made calls to the Cancer Agency about my dental appointment to see if there would be a charge, just to find out I don't have a cleaning appointment and there are no others open that day (which coincides with my oncology day). It turns out I have an appointment with Dentist Oncologist Man, which is fine because I have been noticing changes in my mouth recently. These changes point to Graft/vs/Host having an unscheduled play date in my body. As long as it leaves my liver and vagina out of it, then fine. Oh, and also as long as they don't up my medications again, I guess I can deal.
I also made some other important calls and dug for other important information while nervously forgetting everything simultaneously. Finally I rounded all that out by hitting the picking at my nail polish, phase.
Yes, it seems I am truly prepped and ready for Freak Day.