I reached for the eggs this morning (I usually have one egg for breakfast, along with coffee and one piece of whole grain toast). Then said, screw it, I'm having cake. My life is upside down right now; I don't know what the doctors will find tomorrow.
It will probably be alright. I keep telling myself that, trying to stay positive. I would probably be more positive if the doctors didn't plant that seed of doubt in my mind.They can't tell me everything will be alright. They tell me, instead, that everything might be alright. But they don't know for certain,which is why they are checking me out from the inside. What was it that my ex called doctors? Guesswork wrapped up in white coats?
I know they are doing their jobs, and that there is probably a concern about lawsuits if they said everything was fine...and then it wasn't. So, yes, they need to be completely honest. And maybe there's a 99% chance that I am okay. But, of course, I am going to concern myself with the 1%.
Tomorrow, they will find out and, hopefully, I'll know. Today, I'm having cake.
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