Mr. Impatience

I hate waiting.

I really hate it.

Sometimes it stresses me out. Sometimes not so much.

So I had an CT scan on Monday in advance of my appointment with Dr. Z in a week.

I'm sure all is well -- I feel good. And I'm sure because no one has called.

If there was a problem, they'd call.

Right?

That's what I keep telling myself. And I know that's the correct answer. Still, when you're waiting things just don't come fast enough. It's like waiting for that damned bus that never shows up, or the subway train, or the McBurger and fries at a supposed "fast food" restaurant. It's never fast enough.

And so it is today, the end of the work week. No news is good news, right? I'm sure that's the answer. But I sure would love to hear it from the medical staff.