They have the pathology results on the Things growing in my guts; but they won’t tell me over the phone. I have to wait till Monday for a consultation.
(I thought pathology was, like, for after you were dead. Like in a Quincy episode.)
I suppose it’s reasonable for them to hold it till they can get you into a doctor’s office… in case you keel over when they give you the news. But it does make for an uneasy weekend, by jove.
So I won’t be here Monday morning. I’ll try to come on later, and bring yiz up to date.
*Sigh…*