No news is good news, right?
So the mammography technician tells me my doctor should have the results on Friday, Monday at the latest.
So I patiently wait until about 230 pm, to call my doctor, to see if possibly she has my results.
The office closes at NOON, on Friday. So even if the radiologist sent the results to my doctor, they are just sitting in a fax queue somewhere.
Which gives me another TWO FUCKING DAYS in FUCKING LIMBO.
I'm not happy. I'm very very unhappy. The nervous twitch under my right eye has been going almost non-stop.
I went to the woods to run, as I really didn't want to be around people because I just hate everything right now.
Even the woods didn't give me what I wanted. I just wanted this vise I got going around my head and heart to loosen up. I didn't say go away, I just wanted to relax. I'm wound like a very tight spring right now.
Okay. I get to work all weekend. That is fine. Maybe it will be busy enough to engage my mind.
Just some more days to get through.