The phone rang.
I'm not dying as I had convinced myself that I might be. But I do have to have surgery. I've never had surgery before. I can't say that I'm terribly excited about it. But maybe someone will take pity on me and deem me worthy of an Ipod for all my troubles. One can only hope. This is the thought that I will hold on to to get myself through this very sucky time. Summer's not been kind to me and my loved one(s). Let's hope things begin to pick up soon.