It's Friday the 13th. I knew it was coming, and then completely forgot, until I read the latest post on Stirrup Queens.
The last Friday the 13th I can recall was the day of my LEEP surgery. Surgery on Friday the 13th. Spooky, right?
I've never been one for superstitions. I don't buy into them. However...
Today I will be getting a phone call from my doctor's office telling me the results of my beta blood draw.
Usually those calls are super exciting, right? They were for me, all those decades ago. Ok, only a month and a half ago. But it certainly feels like a lifetime ago.
Even though in many ways I'm dreading today's phone call, the control-freak in me can't wait to hear the number. I would love some insight into what my body is doing.
No matter what happens today, it won't be a good day. Sure, it has potential to be a mediocre day. A day that I can survive. Maybe even a day with no tears.
But it won't be a good day.
Here's to hoping the trend breaks for the next Friday the 13th in April.
"Dear Avery" by the Decemberists