Why Is It That Everything Goes Wrong On The Same Day???
So yeah, today totally sucked my left nut. I hated it. Don't you feel sometimes that you could just skip the really bad days and go to the next decent day? Well, I wished that was what I could have done for today.
Basically, today I woke up and everything was fine and dandy when my mom came home for lunch and told me that the doctor (gyno) called saying for me to call back for my test results. Well, I wasn't quite in the mood to be on hold for 20 minutes to talk to the nurse quite yet, so I threw the paper aside. I ended up looking online and signing up for classes instead. I was doing this for a while when my mom called my phone asking if I had called the doctor's office yet and I told her no and she asked me to do this soon and call her back.
Well, what did I do? I called the doctor's office and I was on hold for like 10 minutes before I got to talk to the nurse. Now, mind you, I thought that this was going to be another worthless call like last week when the nurse called me to tell me that my blood test results were in and they were fine. But, no, nothing like that with this call. The nurse told me that my culture ended up showing some abnormal blood cells and basically I have to go back in next week to see the doctor and do another culture. The nurse also continued by saying that if the doctor sees anything wrong next week that she might end up doing a biopsy. Of course this scared the shit out of me and got me thinking about cancer and shit like that.
I called my mom after I got off the phone with the nurse and my mom was trying to make me feel better by saying that it could be nothing. I really hope that nothing shows up in my next test. After I got off the phone with mom, I called Alex and he started crying on the phone which made me feel even more horrible than I already felt. I just sat there bawling my eyes out for a while. I just hope I'm okay and healthy.
To go on with the fucked up bad day...my dad hasn't been feeling well for the past couple of days. As some of you know, about 2 years ago, my dad had a heart attack. Well, I never want to go through with something like that again. That was traumatizing knowing that your dad might not live. But...he recovered. Today, he was complaining that his back was still hurting (for the 3rd day in a row) and that he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him to go to the hospital and he didn't say anything about going or not. When my mom came home from work, he told her that he wanted to go to the hospital, which made me feel a little better.
I got a call a little while later saying that my dad might have had a minor heart attack and that the doctors were doing all sorts of tests on him. Alex and I decided to go to the hospital and see how he was. He looked terrible, but he was still cracking jokes with my sisters, my mom, Alex, and I. I was happy to see that he was trying to act the best he could. He had to get some additional tests done later on and my dad wanted to rest a little so we all left, but Pauline.
My dad did finally come home later on, around 2:30 am, with Pauline. I really do want him to be well. I want my dad to see me get married and all that fun stuff.
Well, I guess that's all...I think it's time to rest a little with ths horribly stressed out day. I'll hopefully talk to everyone soon.
Basically, today I woke up and everything was fine and dandy when my mom came home for lunch and told me that the doctor (gyno) called saying for me to call back for my test results. Well, I wasn't quite in the mood to be on hold for 20 minutes to talk to the nurse quite yet, so I threw the paper aside. I ended up looking online and signing up for classes instead. I was doing this for a while when my mom called my phone asking if I had called the doctor's office yet and I told her no and she asked me to do this soon and call her back.
Well, what did I do? I called the doctor's office and I was on hold for like 10 minutes before I got to talk to the nurse. Now, mind you, I thought that this was going to be another worthless call like last week when the nurse called me to tell me that my blood test results were in and they were fine. But, no, nothing like that with this call. The nurse told me that my culture ended up showing some abnormal blood cells and basically I have to go back in next week to see the doctor and do another culture. The nurse also continued by saying that if the doctor sees anything wrong next week that she might end up doing a biopsy. Of course this scared the shit out of me and got me thinking about cancer and shit like that.
I called my mom after I got off the phone with the nurse and my mom was trying to make me feel better by saying that it could be nothing. I really hope that nothing shows up in my next test. After I got off the phone with mom, I called Alex and he started crying on the phone which made me feel even more horrible than I already felt. I just sat there bawling my eyes out for a while. I just hope I'm okay and healthy.
To go on with the fucked up bad day...my dad hasn't been feeling well for the past couple of days. As some of you know, about 2 years ago, my dad had a heart attack. Well, I never want to go through with something like that again. That was traumatizing knowing that your dad might not live. But...he recovered. Today, he was complaining that his back was still hurting (for the 3rd day in a row) and that he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him to go to the hospital and he didn't say anything about going or not. When my mom came home from work, he told her that he wanted to go to the hospital, which made me feel a little better.
I got a call a little while later saying that my dad might have had a minor heart attack and that the doctors were doing all sorts of tests on him. Alex and I decided to go to the hospital and see how he was. He looked terrible, but he was still cracking jokes with my sisters, my mom, Alex, and I. I was happy to see that he was trying to act the best he could. He had to get some additional tests done later on and my dad wanted to rest a little so we all left, but Pauline.
My dad did finally come home later on, around 2:30 am, with Pauline. I really do want him to be well. I want my dad to see me get married and all that fun stuff.
Well, I guess that's all...I think it's time to rest a little with ths horribly stressed out day. I'll hopefully talk to everyone soon.