I had a physical a month ago. I’ve been losing weight and eating well, and so my doctor and I had every reason to believe my blood numbers would come back fine. The way it works with my doctor’s office is that you have to call to get your test results. You can’t be passive and wait for them to call you.

However, because of my stupid, reptilian fear of anything medical, I have not made the call. Not because I expect to get bad news, but just because of the possibility of getting bad news. It’s really dumb.

So after wasting a lot of worry for a month (a MONTH!) I finally put in the call this morning.

And I am now waiting for Dr. Weiner to call back. Which means the rest of the day, or at least that portion of the day between now and whenever he calls, is ruined. I’m in a funk that no grain of Xanax, no vigorous session of cardiovascular exercise, can penetrate. I just have to suck it up.

Utterly irrelevant photo that I took: