Waiting.

I hate waiting. I am no good at it. That's what I did this weekend though, and by this weekend I mean until at least Wednesday when my lab results come back. 

I went to see Dr. K on Friday. He doesn't think it's Leukemia, and he's doing labs on me to prove it (his words). That's all fine and great, but he does think something is up. So he's running all kinds of tests. Turns out, he's more interested in my low Neutrophils. Don't google that, it's scary. He's checking my bone marrow function (which basically means he's checking for any blood cancers) and that's all that I can remember now a few days later. Clearly I should have posted this sooner. Oh, he's also checking for Lupus, and to make sure I don't have any random viruses hanging around that I just can't kick. 

So yeah. Waiting.

The nurse was so confused when she walked into the exam room and saw C and I sitting there. She was like, "Wait a minute, I know it's not time for your check up C..." Then she looked at me and was like, "DANG!".

Like I told the nurse and Dr. K, I love them and all but I don't want to be their patient. 

Hopefully answers will come soon...