Plans.
We all make them. We plan our meals, we plan our trips, we plan our days, we plan everything. As I spoke to someone this morning (in a later-to-be-disclosed location), she asked me if I was a type A person as we discussed college and after I had said I was a planner. I said I wasn't a really big one--75% maybe? Ok, maybe I'll disclose that location at the get-go: I was having this conversation as she--a nurse--prepped me for a scope of my lungs. You see, and most of you probably know, that recent I have gone through a massive (let's repeat that with drama: MASSIVE) change of plans. I'm not at MC. Instead, I've been sick for almost a month and have been in the hospital for 5 days. Instead of starting classes, I have been a type of guinea pig full of unknown issues. Thanks to a CT scan & scope, we should have results by Tuesday to the multitude of tests that all my doctors have been running on me and continue to run. You may be wondering what the problem is. ...