Flying to Toronto on the 27th so that I can be at a hospital for 7am on the 28th so that a super special, canāt be done in town line is jammed into my chest.
Maybe my back?
Literally NO ONE can/will tell me what the fuck, exactly, is going to be done to me, so thatās always exciting.
And then I have to have my shit together enough to fly home on the 30th.
Iām already having anxiety attacks about not being out under general and having to lay on the table, screaming again. At least itās assumed I wonāt be out? Letās really hope I am. I donāt want to be at all awake when they do whatever they need to do.
























