Groovy. Not. It's not his fault, it's the lab taking their time staining the slides or whatever the hell they do. They were calling the lab and leaving messages for the head lab doctor. So my ENT said he'd call me by the end of the day with either results or more of an idea when there would be results. I texted family earlier and ended my text with Well. F---- (spelled) and (oops) sent that mass text to my m-i-l. Sorry! My bad Potty Mouth and Fingers! Of course she's a nurse; I'm sure she's heard way worse!
A couple of words I didn't want to hear: lymphoma, stages (and not the kind you act on) oncologist, chemo, radiation, bone marrow biopsy..... For some reason the remote possibility of an autoimmune thing didn't phase me as much.
I need to put on my big girl panties and suck it up. Three meltdowns a day. I've had one already. But I will say "sh*tf--kbuggerf--kf--kbuggers