2:30 Monday. In San Francisco. Which freaks me out more than laying on my stomach on a table with a hole in it for my boob. I HATE going to the city. I always get messed up with the one ways and the wrong ways and the this ways and the that ways. At least the hospital has it's own parking garage. That is always a big deal up there.
I should see if I can find some needle work places close by, so when I am done I can go and do some "just for me" waste my money shopping. You know as a reward for being such a good girl for the doctors and all.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Love you all! Happy Easter, if I don't get back on here before then.