As I was finishing up the post below, I realized that there was a message on my cell that I had not noticed earlier (my cell does not always ring in this apartment.) It was from my doctor's office. The PA had left a message saying, "Please call the office."
Swell. It's after 5:00 and I have no clue what this is about. Are they calling to apologize for not reassuring me yesterday (see below.) Doubtful. Are they calling to say that they have seen suspicious activity in my blood but they need a biopsy to be sure? Perhaps. Are they calling to say that my cancer is back and there's absolutely no hope for me this time? Maybe. It could be anything, really. They could be calling to say that Hillary is going to beat Obama.
Needless to say, having stepped off the roller coaster just a few hours before, I now had to buy a new ticket and step back on. I called the answering service and spoke to the covering doctor, who said she would call my regular doctor. They called back very quickly to say that the level of one of my meds was too high and they want me to stop taking it this weekend and go in Monday to get the level checked again.
Whew.
Just one question. Why the fuck couldn't they have just said that on my voicemail???
Round and round and round we go...
5 comments:
Christ. If the sinking of my heart reading a post like that (not knowing where it is going) gives me even a FRACTION of an idea of what you are going through... well... then, bloody hell
Glad all is well
Jesus fricken jumpin gehosaphat! They made you better so's they could scare you to death. That ain't nice. They'll leave no detailed messages on voice mail because, if someone were to steal your cell phone and hack your access code and hear them tell you you're O.K. and not to worry, it might violate your privacy.
We're happy you are alright.
S&D
Hated the title of that post, liked it much better by the end.
Between 'roids and the inbeciles at the hospital, I honestly don't know how you keep your sense of humor.
Stay strong. Love you. OH - and another 99cent store story: once bought a box of "Kotton Swabbs." Horrible. Felt like I was cleaning my ear with fat toothpicks. Threw the damn things away after like a week.
XO
Phew. That was scary just to read.
xoxo
Yes, of course they could have easily mentioned what they were calling about in the voice mail. But, then; the addiction to "drama" that is rampant in our culture (and, in most scenarios, par-for-the-course) would not have been appeased. ;-)
Love to you Leah...xoxo...Jojo
(and...my sigh of a major "Whew..!")
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