I called my doctor's office about the blood tests that were supposed to be back by yesterday. The nurse checked and called me back. "Dr. L. has seen and interpreted them. Apparently they sent you a postcard." Say what? After all that, a postcard? I deserve at least a phone call, saying ,"The blood tests rule out diabetes, leukemia and Globner's Disease, but these other three conditions are still on the table." But no: "I guess the test showed everything was within normal limits. Do you want us to mail you a copy of the test results?"
Well, no, not really. Not without someone to say what the numbers mean.
Thanks, folks. Thanks a lot. But I will be seeing Dr. L. later in the month (on the 23rd), well after I turn 49 years old on the 10th. That's when I'll try to get her to pin down what's going on. And there's still the stress test EKG to get through on the 9th.
Meanwhile, my leg still occasionally hurts, the edema is reduced but not gone, and I still can't kneel with my left knee because it hurts too much to do so. And I'm sitting here at work with only one sock on, because the left one was turning my ankle and lower leg an interesting but unnatural shape.
But hey! I haven't got diabetes - I assume.
Oh, and I had my mammogram today, not because of anything wrong but because it's been three years since the last one. For those of you who haven't had one of these, it's a little uncomfortable, but no big deal. They accessorize you with bb pellets and tape, and then have you stand up while they smush you between a couple of metal plates, one of which contains a tray of X-ray film. I'll be very surprised if I get more than a postcard result on that test. In fact, that's what I want and expect - another postcard with the word "normal" scrawled on it.
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