Please excuse the brevity of this blog. Yesterday I was poked and prodded so much that I was beginning to feel like a Thanksgiving turkey! I was left physically and emotionally drained.
repeated "indecent exposures," the tests went as well as could be
expected. I survived relatively unscathed and, with the exception of my
modesty, left the hospital no worse for the wear. Although I initially
felt well, I began to feel both toxic and sore as the evening wore on.
By the time the sun set, I was ready to crawl into bed and cry myself to
I think that I would have felt better last night had I
been able to come home and relax. As Murphy's Law would have it, our
neighbor's electrician mistakenly blew the transformer for the entire
street leaving us without power for several hours. Although I normally
would never complain about going out to dinner, the last thing I wanted
to do was sit in a crowded restaurant and try to entertain Robby!
tired, worn out, and on edge today. I know that the physical symptoms
will pass quickly. My anxiety will fade only when I receive the
results. Hopefully they'll come soon. In the meantime, I think I'm going
to just hide in bed for much of the day. I think I deserve a mental