That point where you start freaking out

Okay, maybe I should say that point where I start freaking out. I had my weekly appointment today which I knew was not going to be great, I was right. It hurt, getting touched hurts. I hate that a year after being diagnosed I still can't be touched.

I talked with the doctor and told him I have a call with the surgeon on Friday to go over the particulars, I told him I am just feel a lot of uncertainty going into everything. Worse than my first surgery.

I had a little bit of a meltdown in the car and I am sure I will have others in the next two weeks, I am trying to line people up to take care of me and get things covered from my end but in the end this whole thing sucks!