Wednesday, September 24, 2014
So we did 16 vials of blood worth of tests.
They have the results. I know they have the results because to receptionist TOLD me that they do.
However, I've been waiting now for two days for a call back to hear about this not so good diagnosis.
It could be lupus, could be rheumatoid arthritis. It could be some kind of cancer. It could be who knows what. But it's something.
I don't feel particularly bad, I'm not desperate for some sort of treatment. In fact, unless it's mandated by the condition I probably won't DO anything. But I'd like to KNOW what is going on. And I'd like to know RIGHT NOW.
So I wait and worry. And hope. Really, if I have to roll the dice, I'll go with good old rheumatoid arthritis any damn day.
Let's hope it's that one.