Finally, the Ultra Sound is over... but why am I such an emotional wreck? Why am I such a big baby? I was fine at first, talking with an elderly lady in the waiting area. Then I got called and went to get undressed. The tech (who was very very nice) did the ultra sound, told me to wait in my little dressing area while she went to show my US to a doctor, she came back and said she is waiting for his reply and went on to do another patient that they brought in by "rolling bed" or "gernie". She was in pain and hooked up to an IV. She didn't look pregnant, so of course, what did I do, I thought the worst.. I figured she had breast cancer, so of course, behind my little curtains, I cry, LOL Waiting and waiting for them to come back I start thinking the worst about myself and start thinking they are going to tell me they are admitting me and will need to remove my breast. Man, do I give myself high blood pressure or what? When she did return, she said they will schedule me for another mam in 6 months and that my doctor will get the results and talk with me about them tomorrow (I have a regular doctors appointment tomorrow). Whew.. No blood shed today, thank goodness! So I cleared my tears and left!
I've been trying to get ahold of Martin at work all day.. but every time I call, they get me to the wrong department and I give up holding on. I hope its because he has good news and is trying to avoid me.. Weird? I'll write about that in another post. Off of this depressing subject for now.Labels: Family