by dorarandom

(i hate it.) (really, really, a lot. i actually like to have movie endings “spoiled.”)

i’ve been waiting all afternoon for a call from a doctor. and it is 4:45 pm. there’s nothing wrong with me—i mean nothing emergent. there is something wrong with me but i could live with it for the rest of my life. but all of a sudden it seems like i won’t have to. because this doctor, who this morning said he would have time to speak to me “later this afternoon”, seems to have found the cure. he also seems incredibly kind and unphysician-like; i’m sure he’s actually busy and will communicate when he can.

but meanwhile: suspense, o my nemesis, we meet again.