The Waiting Game

I'm sick. Like something is really wrong with me. I finally decided to go to the doctor after my symptoms continued for the third straight week. They took lots and lots of my blood, and now I wait for the results. I hate waiting for things like this.

I'm not sure if I'm more worried that they'll tell me something is wrong , or that they'll tell me that nothing is wrong. If nothing is wrong, then why do I feel this way?

I hate waiting...