Friday night in, rocking the flannel pjs. I have a mild fever right now from this darn cyst... so it’s a #croptop
for me. So a few years ago my doctors office became part of a pilot program called Relay for Health. Basically as test results are released to your doctor, they’re released to you. This can be great, or absolutely horrible. In my case; it’s horrible because I read reports that use language that I don’t understand. So what do I do? I end up googling what they say and guess what!? 99.9% of the time it says I’m dying. Well, I’ve made it 27 years so we obviously know that trying to #selfdiagnose is not a good idea. I’m not saying you shouldn’t trust your gut feeling... but most times, just wait to hear the interpretation from a medical professional. I had my MRI yesterday, and received the report tonight around 7:30pm. Being the nosey parker that I am, I opened it immediately. Based off my interpretation, it isn’t good. BUT I’m not going to let that get me down, because chances are I misread it... or missed an important piece of information. I have a doctors appointment Monday with my family #doctor
, I can’t say enough great things about her. She really deserves an award for her compassion and just going above and beyond in general. For tonight, I’m sweating it out and having a good look at these scars and thinking about how much they’ve changed everything about me.