Early this morning I got a slightly frantic call from my doctor's assistant, telling me that I had to come in right away. I had to call out of work and head over to the much hated doctor's office. Needless to say, I was a little worried. Had they found the source of my mysterious illness from a few years ago? Had they found something new? I had no answers sitting in the waiting room. Just questions and mounting anxiety.
After a physical, giving what seemed like a gallon of blood and various specimens... I found out that I'm pretty healthy. I still have to go in for more tests and will have to figure out when I can do that. In general, I think I hate the doctor's office.
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