so I’m here looking to and fro getting things straightened away to get my flight to Canada for two weeks of family bliss (yes, that’s meant to be a joke) and the phone rings.
It’s the Health Center.
Where I was on Friday for my test.
“Hi there! We see you’ve scheduled your mammogram for Oct.14 and was wondering if you wanted to perhaps do it sooner at a different facility?”
“No, I’m okay – going to Canada for two weeks in September, so it’s all good.”
“Right – thanks! Have a good day!”
I swear, my heart is still racing a thousand beats a minute. Because the last thing you want to see on your caller ID a few days after a test is the hospital calling.
it’s all good, tho.
it’s all good.
Lord, I wish I had some booze in the house.