October 18, 2006

End of days?

Tonight I get a call from an automated message service from my doctorís office. The results of my biopsy are in. I needed to call the message service and find out the results. When the procedure was done, they told me this is how they get the information to the patients faster. They gave me my unique identification number and had me set up a PIN.

I called the service and this is the message I received, ďThe results of your biopsy are inconsistent with your condition. You need to contact your doctor during the next business day.Ē SON OF A BEAOTCH! Yea, that was helpful. Know what that tells me? NOTHING! It actually has me worried that they found something horrible and the doctor has to break the news to me personally. All I can think right now is that I have some kind of horrible disease that is killing me slowly.

The kicker of this whole thing is that Iím getting ready to leave town for the weekend, and the next day Iím going to be able to call the doctor when he has office hours is Monday. That means all weekend Iím going to be sitting around wondering if Iím slowly dying. Which, I know Iím not, if that was the case the doctorís office would have called right away, but my mind canít get off the worse case scenario.

I think Iíve finally hit the stage where Iím honestly worried. Up to now I figured it was nothing, weíd treat it and all would be right in the world again. Now Iím thinking that maybe this is something serious and maybe Iím looking at the beginning of a long down fall.

Now excuse me while I go have a long conversation with my therapist, Jack Danielís.

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at October 18, 2006 05:45 PM | TrackBack

Have one on me as well.

Posted by: Tink at October 18, 2006 09:43 PM

This could also be good. Maybe it is a strange symptom to an easily treated problem. Like you say, if you were dying, they would have called immediately.

Enjoy Trail. I'm prayin' for you all.

Posted by: Petey at October 18, 2006 11:09 PM

I'm thinking this is going to need some serious alcohol/campfire therapy.

I'll be glad to asist. (Although I suggest you may wish to skip the tradional wheel of pickled foods)

Posted by: Graumagus at October 19, 2006 12:07 AM

Call from your cell while you are gone! You have been and continue to be in my thoughts.

Posted by: oddybobo at October 19, 2006 07:19 AM

It's probably just your body mutating and turning you into the evil mastermind soon to be known as the VYPER. In a way I'm envious, although I think you should use your new powers for good, never evil. ;-)

Posted by: Shawn at October 19, 2006 10:02 AM

sigh. Hope your weekend goes well andd that you find all is well.

Posted by: vw bug at October 19, 2006 10:37 AM

You better get outside this weekend and quickly master your venom-spitting powers -- you're going to need them next week when you meet with "the doctor" and he tries to "cure you" of your condition!

Posted by: Ogre at October 19, 2006 12:09 PM

Inconsistent? What? You're biopsy showed you're pregnant?

Posted by: caltechgirl at October 19, 2006 04:23 PM

Well? what's up, man!

In my prayers as always.

Posted by: og at October 23, 2006 07:21 AM

So... it's Monday I'm thinking you must have heard something by now. Generally if there is something really dreadful - they call you immediately. (at least that's been my experience). It may just mean they can't put it into an automated message or they STILL don't know.

Posted by: Teresa at October 23, 2006 03:26 PM

WTF, over?

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