I may have mentioned how unhappy I was with my previous doctor. I went to a new one two weeks ago, and I now have what I think is a great doctor. Kind, caring, engaged.
Today they called with the results of the bloodwork that I had done on Friday. And the results were that I needed to come in to the office to go over them. That appointment is tomorrow at 10:15, which means that I’m going worry about it tonight before I go to bed. I’m going to worry about it tonight while I’m asleep. And tomorrow morning when I’m getting ready for work, I’m going to be worried about it. Until I actually get into the doctor to find out. I’m fairly sure that again there was no ovulation. But there’s a history of diabetes and heart disease and god knows what else.
And all of that is on top of all the other things that I have to get done each and every day at work, which is currently compounded by the fact that I’m dealing with the fall-out from the actions of unprofessional people. That creates even more work for me. Which means that there are even more things for me to worry about.
Dealing with my anxieties doesn’t keep me from life; it just creates a million tiny tears in my psyche. The good thing is that scar tissue has got to be building up. It has to be getting more and more difficult to create those wounds.