WAITING FOR TEST RESULTS BE LIKE WATCHING PAINT DRY

Waiting for test results be like, well, worse than watching paint dry. At the very least. I’ve been waiting since December as one test has led to another etc. You’d think finding out whether you have the dreaded C-word or not would be a relatively straightforward process, but that’s not the case at all. Not in my experience.

So, I did a test that came out bad and had to go in for a CT scan of my bowel as a result. Turned out my bowel was cancer-free, but suffering from a bad case of diverticulitis. They did, however, find a cyst in my left kidney, so before we could make a plan for how to treat my sick bowel we needed to know what kind of cyst we were dealing with.

Most kidney cysts are benign, or so I’ve been told, but we don’t know yet what kind I have. I had to go to another hospital to have it weighed and measured and was told today would be the day the results would be ready. I woke up exhausted (this waiting game floors me!) and had to wait until 11 am before I could call the magic number.

To keep myself from thinking too much about what they may reveal, I spent the morning looking at old pictures from my previous travels and dreaming myself out of this room. I can’t wait to get out of here, and I hope I’ll be able to raise enough money for the move and a van.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll see me and doggo take off gala-van-ting through Europe next summer. You have no idea how giddy that idea makes me. But if you’d like to know, you can sign up to ride shotgun on this adventure. With a 100% free subscription to my love letters, you get to sit in the front seat and see for yourself whether I get my van and what life is really like in the Spoonieverse.

So, back to the test results. I had the wobbles last night as I had a feeling I’d end up feeling fobbed off again today. Like last time when the doctor “forgot” to call and I had to wait an extra week. Well, unfortunately, my hunch was spot on. My results are in, but I need to speak to the doctor to find out what they say. And he can’t talk to me before Tuesday next week. A whole bloody week!

It’s a good thing Sir Bear is a patient Master, because he’s in for another week of me being an emotional mess. I seriously don’t know how I’m supposed to focus on getting my book done, and getting my arse in gear for #Lexit, when this nonsense consumes so much of my energy.

Oh well, Operation Lexit is still on, and I still need help to find my next home. You can read this post if you want to know more and see what you can do to help. Please note, it’s not your money I’m asking for (although I do have shop items out there to help me raise the funds I need). No, it is primarily spotting the right place and sharing it with me that I need help with. If you, or someone you know, can do that, I’ll find a way to make you a wonderful character in my next book. Unless you rather I didn’t, of course.

Okay, I’ll stop waffling and get my writing back on. I have two deadlines creeping up on me and two books, a short story and a novelette, to be released within the next month. Starta paniken!

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