So.

So it's 12:30.

No call from the Doctor.

This must be a good thing. Right? I mean, she said that if the regular bloodwork came back normal, then she'd wait to call. And it's been three days. So that's good. Right?

Right?

I'd really like to know, though, what's up with my kidneys. I had a massage at the beginning of January and the masseuse did this thing where I was lying on my back, and she slid her arms under my back and lifted up her fingers really hard. It hurt pretty bad, but I wrote it off as sore muscles, because that's right about where I get all tense from knitting in marathon sessions, which is what I had been doing a lot previous to the appointment. It turns out, she was digging her fingers into my kidneys. So they've been bad since at least January. And probably before. So now I'm twice as paranoid about that UTI in 2001. Is it possible, even, that some nasty little bacteria have been living in my kidneys for over four years? I shudder to think.

I did get the new inhaler yesterday and it seems to be working a lot better than the old one. I managed to get through the night last night without waking up to cough. And I didn't cough all that much this morning. It's the laughing, though, that really gets me. I can get through simple sentences and things, it's when I laugh, though, that sends me into a five minute coughing spell. Pleasant.

I realize that this is all incredibly boring, but it's really helping me to process what's going on without tearing out all my hair.

SNB is tonight (Dare I spell it out? No. I haven't got a lawyer on retainer.) If it becomes... well, I don't want to get into it here, but suffice it to say that if it becomes what it has the potential to become I'm going to be very angry.

You won't like me when I'm angry.