11 July 2000 ~ Cautious...

Spent my entire day in a clinic, waiting. Then getting poked and prodded and SWABBED. Then waiting some more. Then getting jammed in the arm with a needle. Then waiting some more...

I really, really don't like doctors. Or nurses. Or nurse practitioners. Or tests. Or offices. And certainly not q'tips.

I get the feeling there was something the nurse practitioner didn't want to tell me. "Your results came back fine," she said. "The lab tech didn't see any signs of infection..." There was a long hesitation, as though she was about to say, "but..." I KNOW she thinks something is wrong. I questioned her, but all she would say was, "I guess I'm just overly cautious." I don't like that. I don't like that at ALL.

They send the test samples out to some other lab, and then they give you the conclusive results of the STD tests. If the nurse practitioner actually had something to be "cautious" about, I'll find out in two weeks.

The guy who took my blood told me stories about his kids as I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned over onto my other arm. The inside of my right elbow is puffy and bruised, but it didn't freak me out that much this time -- the guy had me sort of interested in the stories about his kids.

I'm so tired. I caught my mom's stupid sinus infection and I think I'll just go to bed now and try not to wonder what "cautious" means.

Love,
~Helena*

PS -- Nathan gave me a cherry today from the Farmer's Market on Washington St..... *smile* There is nothing better in this world than cherries from the Farmer's Market.