Still waiting...

If you read my last blog, you will know that I am waiting for the results of blood tests to determine if I have a rare neurological disorder. I called the neurologist this morning. The secretary said that my results are sitting there, but the doc has to discuss them with me. Not good. If the test were negative, the secretary would have told me herself. My Mom was a medical secretary (a darned good one). I know how they work. this one also said the doc would discuss the doctor's note for jury duty. Whomever is in charge of it wouldn't except the fact that I get SSI and SSDI, which are disability payments from the government. So I need a doctor's note. It's not too bad having a disabling condition, as long as it gets me out of jury duty, right?
Anyway, here I wait. I'm too preoccupied to work on the trumpet piece I have been composing. If I don't get it finished by Thursday, my music theory prof is gonna blow a gasket. I don't expect him to pity me and give me a break just because I'm disabled.
Pretty soon a cab will bring me to physical therapy. The doc will probably call then, and leave a vague message about how I should call him again. Phone tag. I'm not in the mood for games.
I'm not whining. I'm telling the truth. If I was whining, I would give you all the gory details about my condition so that you'll pity me. DON'T pity me. Everyone has stuff in their lives that isn't great. At least I can go online or call my friends and share how scared I am. I still have my voice. I just wish the doc would call, so I can use my voice to get info about this new diagnosis. But I will probably use my voice to scream once I get off of the phone. Then I will use it to tell my loved ones. On Thursday, I will use my voice to explain to Dr. Jin why my trumpet piece is half done. Yes, I am grateful for my voice.