He likes me. He really, really likes me.

Maria called yesterday. Dr. McNicoll wants to see me this afternoon at 2:30pm. Hopefully, he'll take a look underneath my tongue and tell me I'm overreacting. He did say way back when that when the nerve endings re-activate, some patients panic and think the cancer is back. I hope I'm just panicked.

I lost my cell phone yesterday. But I got a replacement this morning. So I've lost nearly everyone's phone number. Including guys I just met recently. But there were also a lot of numbers stored that I should've deleted LONG AGO. I'll take it as another sign that I should be living more in the present.

Right now, that means cooling my heels until 2:30.