Warning: Potential meltdown ahead
While this isn't necessarily a horrible thing, there's really no way for it to be, you know, good. And it might very well be horrible.
She goes to the doctor on the 12th.
It's a damn good thing I have this novel writing thing to distract me. I might be inclined to freak out a little, otherwise. (3028 words down, 46972 to go.)
That said...tonight, we drink. Email me if you'd like to join us.