It's the next day. I have not slept. Barely ate anything.
Going back to work was hell for me. I knew my coworkers were going to ask me how the appointment went. Everyone there knows I have Scoliosis and that it is painful. Especially after we have sedation patients or I'm running around all day without a break. Which seemed to be a lot over the last few years....
I avoid telling people as much as I can. I don't want my boss to find out yet. I don't want him to find out that I can no longer be a dental assistant. It's my job; my lively hood. Oh Geez... When should I tell him? If you can't do your job then what happens? They let you go. Right? I'm going to ask for a front office position so I can at least still have income. But it's very likely that there isn't one available.
So I keep smiling trying to make it look as though there is nothing wrong. Just like I always have. I wear a remarkable mask. If I could market it, I'd be a very wealthy woman.
Tonight I have a lot of research to do as far as my insurance through my job and how much the surgery will be. As far as I know, my insurance sucks. I had my left ovary and Fallopian tube removed due to some other health problems (Aren't I lucky?) this past April and my insurance only covered 50%. That's horrible!
Maybe it will be better for this...