I'm a Fairly Patient Patient

   Yes, and I'm a thief also. I blatantly stole this image from the internet. If I could find out where, I'd give them credit.
   But let me see, what was I thinking about? A patient that's patient. That's what I'm trying to be. I don't want to be stressed out. Patience. Ommmm. I'd try taking up meditation but I'd probably just fall asleep.
   When they did my biopsy on Thursday, they said the results should be in Saturday off Monday. I said then that probably means I'll get the results Wednesday. I was halfway being sarcastic, because sometimes sarcasm is one of my fortes. My wife called this morning (Monday) to see if they had the results yet, they said they would leave a message.
   I made the mistake of saying to her later that my throat was hurting after lunch. I probably ate something I shouldn't have that irritated where they did the biopsies. 
   But my wife called back to ask them if that was normal. Cause, you know, we're not sure what's normal and what isn't normal in this situation. 
   Then she called back later because we hadn't gotten a call back. They told her they had called back and we didn't answer the phone. The phone was right beside us. We never heard it ring. But they are right, they had called. Even left voice messages.
   The messages they left said, you called and left a message for us.
   Actually she had called and asked a question. 2 questions. 
1: Did they have the results. 
2:  Is it normal for my throat to hurt?
   We don't have answers to those questions. And the doctor is at clinic Tuesday where evidently they don't have phones. 
   I say evidently they don't have phones because they couldn't give Yvette a number where she could call Tuesday. 
   But the doctor will be back at the office on Wednesday, which is the day that I figured would be the day that I got results in the first place. Further reinforcing that idea is I figured out from counting the pills on the prescriptions they wrote, taken as directed, the steroids should run out Wednesday morning. And the pain pills run out Tuesday night. 
   Luckily the pain in my throat isn't as bad now. I'm guessing that the scab that was forming on the whatever they cut out to biopsy was what was bothering me. I would share pictures of what finally broke loose and I spit out, but I don't want to make you sick. 
   But really, I am patient. And I was in pain. Which for me to be in pain, probably means I must be hurting bad. I have a pretty good tolerance to pain, I think. 
   A few years ago I was on vacation. I know I had a kidney stone but it wawasn bothering me enough to go to the doctor. But after I passed this, I took 2 ibuprofen.

    Think about that coming out with no pain relievers.