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walking the streets of my childhood

I feel like I am recovering well from my hysterectomy .  The first post op appointment went well, and the next one is in a couple of weeks.  I am struggling with how long it takes to recover from the hysterectomy.  I know its a #FirstWorldProblem, but  I am so ready to move on with my healthy life, and don't want to wait for my body to catch up.  Also, there is a piece of my mind that says it's basically the same surgery as a c-section and those women have babies so there is no way they wait for their bodies, why wait for mine?  ( Please don't tell me that I have chronic pain conditions and thats why I got the surgery.  I know, but it is hard)
the only migraines that I've had have been related to medication change.  I had to change the dosage on hormone replacement because I was on the estrodial patch and it was literally burning my skin.  I switched to the estrodial pill, and after three days of migraine have been fine ever since.  I am really excited about the possibility of going more than two weeks without a migraine.
My next health goal is to get a neurologist.  (I haven't gotten the referral worked out since moving back to Spokane, despite several tries.)  I'm going to get on the phone tomorrow and not get off until I have a doctor.  
I had an EMDR session today that was pretty difficult. It's one of those gets worse before it gets better situations, where I have to go through it.  I am glad to be focusing on some of the important work. Even if it is hard.  Also hard is typing with my acrylics this long.  Seriously, I'm so slow right now it's killing me.   
 speaking of slow: If you have a really long time and want perfect nails, go to radiant nails in the spokane valley. My nails are done fabulously, but it took forever to get there.  I'm not leaving that review on Yelp because I'm still not sure how I feel about it other than I am not going back.  
I'm real cute right now though with my nails done and hair cut.  
Feeling pretty is my first step to feeling good. 

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