Dude. Do NOT apologize. If you can't freak out and rant about this stuff in your journal, where can you? And dear...Eleventy, I can not imagine how scary the thought of more surgery must be to you at this point. *snuggles you* Rant and squee and freakout, all are welcome. Well, OK, I'd rather things were going for you in such a way that you didn't need the rant and things weren't freaky, but since I am not (dammit) in charge of the universe, do whatever you need to do. *loves*

(Also, hi! I'm over here too. Not that I use this journal either...)