Results

I get my results today. If I want them.

I was being nonchalant about it last night. I had convinced myself that since I was anyway going to the surgery tomorrow, I may as well not potentially ruin a perfectly good work session with bad news, and I told GGF on the telephone last night.

“Call them,” she said gently.

“I might be in the middle of something at 12.30.”

“Set your alarm.”

“My mobile will be on silent. Anyway, I haven’t got the number.”

“Get it from the internet.”

“Why? I will learn tomorrow anyway.”

“If it is bad news, I can come with you tomorrow.”

I realised I was being selfish about my health, as usual, and that she was supporting me. She has hidden her worries but of course she has them. I am not facing this on my own. This is rather humbling, something to which I am not accustomed.

I capitulated, set my alarm, and now I am going to find the number.