So, after a harrowing trip to the hospital for my oft-rescheduled follow up appointment for my adrenal gland results (watched a freaking idiot tear out of a residental street and then fishtail and spin RIGHT IN FRONT OF US on the icy roads >< talk about heartattack), and getting the surgeon to literally draw me a picture about what they did and to learn IT'S NOT MY ADRENAL GLAND FRSRS THIS TIME NO I REALLY MEAN IT, I was off to make yet another appointment with yet another docter. A specialist ob/gyn, Dr. Towbin's "favorite", for my PCOS. I really really like Dr. Towbin. He didn't push surgery, he totally dumbs down the whole medical thing so I can understand, and he's just a very forthright, caring guy. So, I have my appointment set for Monday afternoon, and will see what this new guy says - whether or not I should take care of the PCOS with drugs (birth control or insulin), or opt for surgery (Towbin mentioned the "wedge" surgery, where they remove part of the ovary that is the most damaged and cyst-filled.) I don't know what I think anymore, but I'm a little depressed (well, a lot depressed, but that is perfectly normal for me =P) over all this. Getting an appointment so soon, though, helped a little. Since I'm doing this NaBloPoMo again this month, TALK ABOUT A WHOLE LOT OF CHANGE. *flops*

My friend, Christina, is taking me out tonight for my belated birthday, so while I'm all emo-ing out to Depeche Mode right now, I hope to snap back into a better frame of mind before she gets here.