Ok internet, remember how yesterday I asked you to pray for an early surgery date for me? Well you can all start praying for me to become a millionairess, because apparently you are quite good at this. Today my surgeon's secretary Dawn phones and is all, Let's do this thing (because that's how she rolls). I'll be going back under the scalpel in exactly 2 weeks (that's the 19th of October, for those of you who are bad at math) which gives me 2 weeks to get myself organized, scholastically speaking, and 2 weeks to stock up on frozen pizzas and 2 weeks for my voice to make that final lunge into normal.
I am absurdly excited. I have never been this thrilled about a medical procedure.