Tuesday evening so it is over. My doctor's appointment I mean. It turned out that this nurse who told my results were pretty bad was an intern. A 40 years old intern who had no idea yet about reading results. Her job was only taking calls and registering people. So well.
The doctor said they were all fine, there were some problems with leukocytosis (as always ughhhhh) but in general I was okay. She treated me again (with my bra off of course haha) and then did EKG and it was better than the last one so this means that pills are working.
She gave me a prescription for this leukocytosis though. To make it better. And it was it. Later it turned out that it was folic acid and iron-for pregnants!! (but Angie said nails are better after it so).
My brother picked me up from the clinic cause my mom had freaked out pretty bad about it, so had my grandma. He took my bag from me-as if I was literally dying or something and then went "Damn it, what is it? It weights a ton!" I laughed. He opened it and pulled out a.. chestnut. And laughed as well. At home I threw everything on my bed. There were 3 chestnuts, office keys, umbrella, box of piles, calendar, teddybear pensil-case, sunglasses, nylon socks, pendrive, comb, headband, 3 hair bands, wallet, tampons, free cd, earphones, gums, powder, pocket mirror, nivea cream, hand cream, lipgloss, tissues and nailfile.
Totally not a ton.
Current Music: Mumford & Sons -Ghost that we knew