Like a fifteen year old with a crush...

Staring at the phone, waiting for the neurosurgeon's call. Waiting for my primary care doc to call. Waiting for someone to remember I'm out here in limbo. It's hard enough being sick, but to be put on the back burner by the people who can do something about it... It's disappointing. It's frustrating.

I have been learning as much as I can without knowing anything at all. Researching the best doctors, support groups, what the surgery could look like, recovery times. I crave order and preparation but there's not a lot I can do until I get that call.

So I go back to staring at the phone...