Well, one day of waiting is down. I've only got 1-2 days left to wait. I'll give the surgeon's office a call this afternoon. Just to see if they have the results.
Karen called to see how I was doing. She's been having health problems of her own, and testing so far has only showed them what it isn't. She's understandably frustrated at this point. Then she remembered who she was talking to and got embarrassed. "I probably sound ridiculous complaining..." she said. "Not so much," I said. "A life disruption is a life disruption, no matter what name it has." Her life has been disrupted by this mystery. Shoot. If she doesn't think I complain, long and loud, she needs to come read this blog for a while.
I also called Painted Promise. I'd never spoken to her before, and it was nice. I have promised myself one 'treat' each day, while I tick these days off, something to look forward to at the end of it, when Tim's at work and I'm sitting home by myself. Now technically, with the plants and the phone call (we pay one price for long distance so that is an affordable luxury), I treated myself twice yesterday, self indulgent heathen that I am. Of course, yesterday, I also fell off the flipping front porch. (again...) Stupid ankle just gives out with no warning at all, and I'm sitting on the lawn clutching my foot trying not to cry. (I am sure this gives the neighbors something to gossip about, but seriously, I finished the last of the wine off last Thursday). Based on that, why I think I was due this extra self indulgence. Justification is a wunnerful thing, innit?
I think that I might be getting a little better about this waiting game. At least learning how to wait and hold on to your final shred of sanity.