Craig showed up at my doorstep randomly. It was more of a run away from Ash's and need somewhere to go so he didnt' get caught than it was a surprise visit. But its cool. We ened up going to the Dot with Ash and Paige.
While we were at the Dot, however, I got a page from the hospital. I had to go into mee this specialist. While I was anxiously waiting talking to him I was just going up and down this hallway when Liz approached me. We had never really officially met or hung out before today, but she was cool. She made the wait a little less difficult to say the least. I can see this as a start of a great friendship, I mean, how could we not be good friends since we both were pimpin the chairs like gangstas. See, Emma, my gangsta methods are reachin out to others now. It will be a Toronto Epidemic.
So how did the appointment go? Well... I guess you could say good. Although, it landed me a spot in the hospital for the next few days. I have surgery tomorrow afternoon sometime. Not sure when. They have to do it tomorrow because the specialist -Dr. Richards - won't be in town for too long.
I haven't had the time to process everything. But here is a quick cliff notes version: The bullet had damaged the bone of one of my lower verebrae. The vertebrae then was able to slip forward and is putting pressure on my nerve. The paralysis is actually my central nerve being severely pinched. The surgery would fix the bone, or replace it with something, and then fuse it to the one above it. Highly dangerous. My only option. But I should be able to walk once I recover from the surgery and get used to using my legs again.
What's a few more weeks or even a couple of months when I thought it was going to be the rest of my life?
So I'm excited, but at the same time nervous about being in the hospital.
Hazel, try not to worry about me too much. I'll be better before you know it. I promise the night I come home from the hospital will be devoted entirely to spending time with you. Love you!
Oh and if anyone wants to visit, i'm in room 408.