Cosmic April Fool's Joke, or Just Another Crappy Friday? (Warning: This may upset you).
This morning I was minding my own business in the shower and....oh. Well, that's odd. Oh. No, yep, that's what it feels like.
I went upstairs to DH and let him know that things could get really ugly, really quickly.
I called the doctor's office and left a message. I managed to get an 11:00 a.m. appointment for an exam. She found what I found. I then had a Monday afternoon appointment scheduled for a mammogram.
The hospital just called and said to come in today instead, so now I have a 1:30 p.m.. appointment for a diagnostic mammogram. And a family history of the stuff.
Wish me luck. In the realm of fair versus unfair, this could be the single most spectacularly unfair moment imaginable: Just when all of your dreams come true, the Universe turns around and yells "Psych!"
It's like when I was in high school getting bullied, only so much worse. Just...let's all hope it's benign. Because REALLY? After everything, REALLY?
Don't worry, though - if the Universe seriously thinks this is going to stop me from getting that PhD - after everything else I have dealt with on my way to this degree - well, I'm as stubborn and bull-headed as they come. It'll have to drop me in my tracks, if it's to stop me finishing what I have now begun.
I'll keep you posted. But hey - at least your day, whether you were accepted or denied, was better than mine.