Anxiety
I had an appointment this morning at the hospital for my follow-up CT scan, which was scheduled for 7:45am. Frankly, that’s earlier than my average arrival time at work back in the day… We had three tries to find a working vein for the IV, and a surprisingly painful injection. May I whine that my hand is sore from the injection site? I’d like to pretend to be all calm, cool and collected, but scans, even (especially?) routine scans, terrify me. They have a gigantic question mark that hangs over my head while I wait for the results, and I try not to worry while I wait for the results. Insh’allah, we will continue monitoring, so that we can go on with everyday life. But the shadow of “what if” hangs over everything, and my best efforts can’t banish it to the outer darkness where there is weeping and grinding of teeth. Sometimes I think that I’d like to know the future, so I can plan in more detail what I’d like to do, but most of the time I don’t ...