Ugh
Getting Kelsey ready to drive into Boston tomorrow for the genetic testing in Kenmore Square - updated the Garmin (fuck you Garmin and your sucky updates which took me HOURS to do) and got all the history and such ready for her to go. She is uptight so I ask her what this is, because I envision blood tests and family history.
She goes online to read the description they provided.
This is not just testing. This is counseling. This is family history under a fucking microscope. This is an initial, first of several, meeting to go over all potential risks, focusing on things that I excel at - tumors and emotional problems and so on.
I read through it. I can't write enough to be useful. I just took my first sick day and will go with her but I don't want to. I don't want or need to know what she should worry about because much of it can come from or thru me. And I do NOT need to know this because I am obsessive with "learning more" about things and then seeing or feeling potential symptoms.
I already would bet this thing in my head is back with friends.
That's more than enough.
I'd have been crazy enough with whatever they told her.
She goes online to read the description they provided.
This is not just testing. This is counseling. This is family history under a fucking microscope. This is an initial, first of several, meeting to go over all potential risks, focusing on things that I excel at - tumors and emotional problems and so on.
I read through it. I can't write enough to be useful. I just took my first sick day and will go with her but I don't want to. I don't want or need to know what she should worry about because much of it can come from or thru me. And I do NOT need to know this because I am obsessive with "learning more" about things and then seeing or feeling potential symptoms.
I already would bet this thing in my head is back with friends.
That's more than enough.
I'd have been crazy enough with whatever they told her.