It’s a Date… I Guess

January 16. That’s right, next year.

This really bums me out because it’s probably going to interfere with my new job. Had it been December, it wouldn’t have been an issue.

They don’t make you pay for it up front like at a surgery center. So at least there’s that. You can pay it in installments.

I don’t want to wait until June to do this. I don’t want to be this heavy one minute longer than I have to. It’s at the point where just getting up off the couch is a struggle.

I am 8 on the waiting list for an earlier appointment, so I have no chance of getting in before January 16. This is so frustrating.

I guess my lucky streak had to end sooner than later, right? I mean, it is me.

There’s no such thing as luck, anyway. Only cause and effect. Happenstance.

I guess I’m just in a mood.