So today I get the call. From the doctor's office that is.
"We need to schedule you for an appointment with Dr. $%*^. The earliest day we can get you in to see her will be on Monday, September 10th, that is her surgery day."
"But I just needed to follow up with her regarding my ultrasound test"
"Yes well, the doctor said she will have to take a biopsy and she'll explain why when you arrive that day. Is morning or afternoon a better time for you?"
This is NOT some made up shit fellas! This is my fucking life, right here, right now! Just got off the horn with the receptionist and that is the dialogue still playing through my head. Don't know what or how to think, still processing I guess. Fuck it, if it was serious they'd get me in sooner right? Other side of my brain says, if it's not serious, why the fucking biopsy?
In all honesty, I have not been this worked up in my life for a helluva long time. The fact is, when I do not have control over a situation, I get anxious. And right now, I'm anxious as hell. Gonna be doing some serious extra praying from now till then and hope the Good Lord eases my concerns.
Take what you will from this and I know you've all heard plenty worse and read about the tragedies of addictions; just reach out to someone you know who is addicted and tell them how you feel, what thoughts cross your mind now that you are quit and free, and how lucky we all are to live a full life; not a life full of regret.
Peace