I went for a check-up at the urology clinic last week, as I was hoping it would clear-up some concerns I’ve been having about my body lately and rule out certain things. I’ve still not received the results but, as I browse the web for my symptoms, I become more and more nervous. If everything’s clear, I’ll get a simple text message from the clinic. If there’s something up, I’ll get a call. I’m now expecting a call.
If it’s the worst thing, then I think I’m more scared of the idea of getting sick, suffering and experiencing pain, rather than what will come after that.
If I do get that call, I just want things to run their deadly course as quickly as possible, if you understand me.
I suddenly feel very alone.
UPDATE: The results came back negative. Yay!
Tuesday, 11 June 2019
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