The last birthday party I had was a shared one with my sister. I was in the fifth grade, and we went to see Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in the cinemas. Last night, I had my 21st. It was filled with old friends, and 50s flair and there were delicious watermelon frappes. It wasn't a big night, but I enjoyed it and I think everyone else did too.
Today, I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. It was a lady from WorkCover, telling me that my surgery hadn't been approved and that I would need to go and get another consult with another upper limb specialist and that maybe it would take a while to get an appointment because it's close to Christmas. I hung up the phone and had a good cry because I just wanted to feel better before Boxing Day, because I don't want to be able to say 'This happened over a year ago'. The consult with the next upper limb specialist is on November 22nd, and I guess I'll go from there. I don't want to go from there. I want to go from here, and I want to not be in pain anymore. But that's a difficult thing to ask for, so for now I'll settle with this.
This afternoon, I went to pick up my structural report. I poured my heart and soul into that assignment, and didn't want to let it go because I enjoyed it so much. My hard work paid off. I got a High Distinction, and the lecturer wants to pass on my work to the author of the manuscript so that she can see the comments I made (not all the authors wanted to see the structural reports. Only a few requested to have any/all comments passed on, and my author was not one of them). That's nice. That's really nice. I seem to have found something I enjoy, something I'm good at, and something that's a viable career option. It's a nice feeling.