I ACTUALLY made it.

At least I made it to get my Brazilian wax. When I was sitting in my wheelchair waiting for the esthetician to come get me to wax me, the esthetician walks out and looks at me, then looked away and said,”stacy” this was a different woman than who usually waxes me, so I just said,”yeah.” Then she looked at me and said,”no.. i’m thinking of a different stacy.” Then I looked at her weird and said,”okay.” Then she said to me a minute later,”ah.. no, I think you’re the right one.” Then I said,”uh, ok.” Then when she took me back to get waxed, she asked,”have you ever been waxed before?” Then I looked at her (I’m not sure if I gave her the “yeah, you ignorant bitch” look because after that, i’m pretty sure that the only things she said to me were,”WOW! You can tell that you’be been getting waxed a while because your hair pulls out nice and easy! How long have you been getting waxed?!” Then I said,”I don’t know.” At least I made it to my wax though- I was worried and I even seen Nathaniel (who I think was gonna see me for PT if I didn’t have anything else going on..).