Finally

Tomorrow I (FINALLY!) have my appointment with the hand doctor.  I'm a big anxious ball of nerves.  Since it's been about 7 weeks since my hands have acted up, and I've been waiting for this appointment since August 19th, I'm ready to get this taken care of.  But I'm so nervous, too.  Granted, it's not surgery or anything. At least at this point.  But I'm not good with medical procedures.  Remember what happened when I went in for a simple endoscopy (this is from an earlier post on my blog):

        I don't know how much later, but I wake up in the operating room. I'm choking and gagging on the thing in my throat, and several people seem to be yelling. I couldn't comprehend what they were saying, or even that their shouts were directed at me, but before I can figure it out I'm out again. I wake up in Recovery with Mom on one side and Richard on the other, and they're both staring at me. Mom then tells me that I stopped breathing and that they were shouting at me, she was in my face yelling and smacking my arms, and the nurse pulled my hair, all to try to get me to breathe or hear them. They had to give me some sort of anesthetic reversal, too. Scary stuff, man. Glad I wasn't awake for that.

Yeah, experiences like that stay with a person.  But I'm just going to have to buck up and be a brave lil soldier. Richard will be there holding my hand (metaphorically speaking this time, I'd assume :) ) and as long as he's with me I know I'll be okay.  I tell him this all the time,  but it's true. He makes it so everything is okay...and I'm so grateful that he does.  Thanks, honey.