San Diego is a go

Not the surgery yet. Just the trip. My parents are awesome. And because my mom is having surgery the same day I'm scheduled, my dad decided to finalize all the travel arrangements.

So, and this will not be the scenario that unfolds (repeat three times hourly: I will get precertified and I will have surgery on July 13, 2004), in case I'm denied once again, I get a spiffy dippy vacation with my parents in San Diego. Zoo, Sea World, Beach. mmmm, swimming pool.

This actually gives me just a little more wiggle room to get insurance approval. Before, I needed approval with enough time to get plane tickets and book a hotel. Now, I just need approval for the surgeon to cut. Eeep.

Have I mentioned I hate being in a holding pattern? Dammit, I can't even start getting nervous and queasy about the surgery. I never thought the chicks I wasn't supposed to count before hatching would include extreme pain.