I know, two posts in one day.
It doesn't happen often, and it's only happening because there is something on my mind and there is no other way to get it out.
You see, a week and a half ago I went to the drs for my annual exam. The one I hate but must endure because otherwise, they don't give me my pills. And since my pills make me a much for balanced person (and take away the horrible pain), I go.
The drill is always the same. They take their sample, send it away, and in a week or so you get a card in the mail if the results are normal.
Otherwise, you get a phone call.
So Nathan tells me tonight, after I get home from church, that my drs office called and I need to call them back.
And my mind takes off.
Of course, it's too late to call them tonight, so I have at least twelve hours or so to panic, think of worst case scenarios, write my will and so on.
The worst thing is, half of me is totally calm. Part of me is sure that they simply lost the sample, they erased their address database and can't send me the results, etc.
But the other half, the creative, imaginative, insane half is already halfway to Rome with ideas and doomsday proclamations.
I'm sure it's nothing. Even if it is, I'm sure it's something that can be handled. I just need to get this out so my mind will let it go and I can get some sleep tonight.
So, bye bye to the bad thoughts, so long to the worst case scenarios, adios to panic.
Let's hope it works.