Good blood …
So I went to the doctors to get my blood tests. Honestly I didn’t even ask them what they were for, I just know I needed them. I assume that, you know, if your blood comes out green, then they tell you that kids probably aren’t something that is going to happen for you.
I have had PCOS tests numerous times, for various reasons and it always came back negative, so that was not something that was worrying me. However, all the things that I don’t know what they are testing for is what was worrying me! As ever, when I am scared, I buried my head in the sand and didn’t ask any questions for fear I wouldn’t like the answer. I shoved my arm out, looked the other way, they took blood and I walked out, none the wiser.
Anyway I booked my appointment to pick up my results. The fab doctor that I originally spoke to was on hols for a while, so I had to wait for a couple of weeks longer than I needed to, but I really wanted to stick with her. When I went to pick them up though, it was a different doctor. I had got the wrong name. Such a doughnut. The ace doctor was a locum … of course she was!
Anyway no green blood. All good. I can continue to the next level.
Photo: I picked up the results 20 years and 1 day after my Mum died. This is a photo of me and her which I love. I really wish she was here to go through this with me.