Take a Couple Xanax and Get Over It

I've had a health issue that came up two months ago that's taken me in and out of doctors' offices and labs and crap since. All of the hoopla was weighing heavy on my mind.

Finally, I had a test done last week that was supposed to answer everyone's questions. I didn't have a follow-up with the doctor scheduled until the 21st of January, but figured if it was bad news, they'd call before then.

They called this morning. And the doctor himself wanted to talk to me.

Did that just make your heart stop and stomach drop? Because it did mine. But basically, I have nothing to worry about, but I do have to see another doctor (ugh!) to figure out what the next step is. And another doctor who ordered tests called this morning, too, to tell me everything is okay with those.

I'm so, so sick of doctors. Doctors and dentists and blood labs and radiology labs, and the hospital. Luckily, all of my doctors, labs, and the hospital are in the same park, which is 5 minutes from work, so the convenience is awesome. And I can't say I'm complaining that I have to take off an hour here and there from work to go, but still...

I have a giant weight lifted from my shoulders and I am healthy. Really healthy when you factor in the fact I'm a fat chick. So, today, life is good. It would be even better if I could go back to bed and finish the awesome dream I was having this morning.


*I am purposely being ambiguous about the health problems because right now there are others who are experiencing health issues themselves or with someone close to them, and I don't want to act like my issues are, on any level, as serious as theirs or come across as insensitive in regards to them. And I hope they know I wish them health and wellness soon.