I'm starting to feel better, as far as the whole cold thing goes which I'm glad about. I don't want to put off this injection. I mean, I don't want to go through this, but I will. I don't want to be a three year old about this, but honestly, I've never had so many butterflies in my stomach. Mom spooked me this morning without trying to. She's wondering if God's trying to tell us something with me getting sick everytime I'm supposed to go in. Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow. If something bad happens, Mom'll have been right and I'll have been a bad listener. Isn't that reassuring? I will not freak out. I hope.
I'm going to school tomorrow, but what good I'll be, who knows. I wish I was less freaked about doctors, last time I went in I was relatively calm when I was there, maybe God will grant me that again.
If this does work, we've got the answer to the question that's plagued me and many doctors for over 7 months: "What's wrong with my left foot?!!"
In other random stuff/news, I'm finally caught up with all the stuff. I had to do. It's nice to feel like you're back on even ground again!
My articles are coming along, and I think they might possibly be worth a read. I don't want to fall flat on my face the first issue of the Breeze. First, that's embarrassing, and second, I don't need a broken nose.
Baxter's still cute but strange. He's scared of irons and chainsaws, and barks a lot.
Well, that's all the stuff in my life.