It's funny how last week when most things were in the hands of the medical experts I was very calm, and yet now I have these surges of anxiety that take me by surprise. Maybe it's because we're on our own to wait this out.... no appointments, no check ins, just take my meds and show up for the test next Thursday.
7 more sleeps. I'm not sure if it's best to look at it as 7 more days filled with hope or 7 more days of trial. If the test is positive, I'll be thrilled, over the moon. If it's negative, I'll be devastated.....and I've already got a game plan for that devastation that involves a great deal of currently contraband food.
OK I'm off to meditate and plan my very healthy food for tomorrow. :)