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The Sculptor's office just emailed me that they'd gotten the last of the paperwork, the letter from Dr. Funnyname himself, that I'm good to go for surgery. All that's left is a dental cleaning and a note of proof thereof, and I'm done with the hurdles.
My relief isn't as big as it was when the judge signed my divorce decree, but it's close. I think I'll celebrate with some salad.
My relief isn't as big as it was when the judge signed my divorce decree, but it's close. I think I'll celebrate with some salad.
