Tomorrow is the second appointment with the dentist. After the first one last Friday, I could only hope for the best on what she has to say. Her advice could very well set me back up to 2k. Oh well, I guess that's the price I have to pay for not listening to her a year ago. It's not only the money that's worrying me but also the time that I would have to spend recuperating after that. Not to mention, what would happen if things didn't go as planned. But then again, it's all right. My body wasn't perfect to begin with. And people say it's these imperfections that makes one unique.
I know that, for you, probably nothing I say or do will make us return to how we were before. But I'm someone who always believes in miracles. And as a friend told me last week, "Don't worry. One day, everything will fall into place."
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