I eventually received my mammogram results, which were all clear. But I never heard about my pap smears, or about the ultrasound.
I called last week, and asked for my results, and the lady said she call me back. She didn’t.
I called Monday and asked again for my results. This time I was chastised, “We told you to call for your results two weeks later.” Well so sorry. Geez. The pap smear results were clear, which is good, because the last time I had it done, they were abnormal. She said, “Let me talk to the doctor about the ultrasound.”
“This is neither positive or negative, but the doctor wants you to come in so he can give you the report.”
So – I’m now in that slightly terrifying place of limbo. On the one hand, I could be dying. On the other, I’m guessing they want to tell me about my two uteruses (already know), my fibroids (already know), and my cysts (already know) — in other words, I know about the zebras, just checking if there’s any unicorns in addition — so I’ll just be out of the copay money for nothing.
So I’m alternating between terrified and annoyed.