The needle went in, the blood came out, and I stared at the vial of my blood wondering what it would reveal. Now I sit here trying not to stare at the phone.
Last night the stress finally got to me. I walked to my car after back to school night was over feeling awful for reasons I couldn't really pinpoint. I got into my car and sat there and cried. I suspect that I'll by crying again this afternoon, I just hope they are tears of joy rather than sorrow.
I'm getting tired of all these really depressing posts. I promise whatever happens I'll stop whining soon. ;)