Excuse me, while I freak the f*ck out

I'd be lying if I said I was cool as a cucumber about my appointment with the neurosurgeon.

While I am looking forward to knowing the plan of action to take care of my messed up back, I'm petrified of what that plan might be.

I'm actually writing this post Sunday evening, and will have it go live about the time I'll be heading to the neuro's office.

So, when you read this - can you please send some happy thoughts my way? I'd appreciate it.