At The End of The Day...

...all's well that ends well.

All the drama and panic in the last post might have been slightly premature. I blame over active hormones and a slight neurosis when it comes to having my whole life organised. You can't fault me though. There were too many variables involved when all i wanted was a constant in life and freaking out was a natural reaction.

Of course, with this episode turning out all right, i'm just more free to panic about other things. Like having to get up at 8 am and drive myself to the next appointment with my doctor.