I did a good job not freaking out about what the test results are going to show. Up until now. Last week I told myself it was too early to freak out. Over the weekend we had guests or went to someone's house every day. Tuesday morning I started to freak out, but then I had errands. Including going for those tests. Which is how I got over the morning freakout-- by telling myself it's silly to freak out over tests I haven't done yet. Then Tuesday night and yesterday I was preoccupied with the whole first day of school thing. So I even took it in stride when the results weren't back yesterday afternoon. I figured I can hold on for one more day. I was so proud of myself for not even calling until after 4 o'clock. Very patient of me, no? But guess what? The results are not back today. They (the lab) promised them (my doctor's office) to try to get them done by tomorrow. They (my doctor's office) promised to call them (the lab) early in the day to see whether they are done and whether they can fax the results. But now I am feeling myself tense up and go into the full-on freakout mode.
It's all about time now. I am fairly certain the results are going to show that PCOS is large and in charge. Which means I will need to find an RE. Which means I will have to call my OB for a recommendation and maybe a note from the teacher that would get me in ahead of the line. Which means that if I don't get the blasted results until tomorrow late afternoon, I can't call Dr.B until Monday. Which means that I will spend the weekend wondering about whether Dr.B can help me, when would I be able to see someone if he can't, and whether there will even be any hope of me getting a due date sometime in '08. So if you are in the neighborhood this weekend, you might want to lock your liquor supply up. Just sayin'.