The old joke about the Jewish telegram goes, “Start worrying. Details to follow.”
So I got a form letter from my doctor last night saying I had to come in immediately to discuss my test results. Since I had an appointment for today, there was really nothing to do all night but worry. (I’d gone in to get tested for Lyme, but the other person being treated in the office was the Anthrax exposure. I’d thought it was a TB case, but either way, not nice thoughts to be going through your head late at night!)
My mom came with me for moral support, but it turned out to be what I’d thought it was in the first place: I’m having a Lyme relapse. Which pisses me off, because I did everything I was supposed to and had hoped the damned thing was gone, and don’t know if I’ll keep relapsing indefinitely. So I’m taking pills, and I’m still achy and exhausted and can’t keep two thoughts in my head, but hopefully my energy will come back soon.
*sigh* I so don’t need this right now; I have more than enough going on in my life as it is…