I sometimes feel like the wicked witch of the west. “What a world, what a world” as I slowly melt into oblivion. (Not the magic part, just the melting). As ì melting, I’m wondering when I’m going to hear from the surgeon. Been six days since the defogram, how long do i wait to hear from him?

Many thoughts race in my head (bipolar, remember) like does he not to deal with me and my problem? Is he just so busy that he can’t have someone call? Am i not worth the time and trouble? See? Lots of thoughts. In fact, my brain feels like a ping pong ball is bouncing around inside of it. It so sucks!

In the mean time i think I’ll be satisfied with melting.


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