Is good news?
What was I thinking? When the Doctor said the results of the biopsy would take a week I thought that he meant they would take seven days.
I know, I know.
What he apparently meant was they would take an indefinable length of time but don't hold my breath.
The annoying, optimistic, little elf that likes to tap dance on my serotonin releaser is saying, ‘Hey if it had been serious they would have got back to you immediately’, whilst the troll that lurks in my guts is groaning, ‘Look. If they had the results, good or bad, they would have let the doctor know they just haven’t got round to testing it so don’t imagine that a delay signifies anything positive’.
So far the troll has a stronger track record than the elf.
Update: Just to clarify. I called the nurses yesterday (just before I wrote this post) and they said they hadn't got the results and to call them back this morning (Friday) to see if there were in yet. I duly have called (and as ever left an answer phone message) and am waiting for them to get back to me (Come on, Eunice, you can do it!).
Up-Update: The nurses have just called. They say my Doctor told them he has been chasing for the results and calling everyday and as soon as he hears he'll call me. (Now, of course, I'm thinking 'why is he so concerned he is chasing every day - what's wrong'. Oh dear.).