More scary appointments this afternoon (naturally) but - first! - was promised a phone call this morning from Dr. H. Refresher: Dr H. is the neurocognitive neurologist who did tests on Friday - will be just Dr. H from now on because typing "neurocognitive neurologist" over and over is going to give me carpal tunnel. So am waiting for the call about how broken my brain function is and how I will soon have the IQ of a turnip. A moldy one.
While waiting, I came across this website Adventures of Cancer Girl and this made me laugh:
Last December, when I got some "bad" numbers, I got a call from the doctor himself less than 24 hours after I had the blood drawn. This is never a good thing. You don't want test results that make your doctor spit out his/her coffee and sprint to the phone. You want results that are so boring that they're set aside and left for somebody else to call you later, once all of the coffee-spit stains from the other, sicker patients are all cleaned up.
Hope they are cleaning up those coffee-spit stains now and will get to my results when they are done.
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