She's good at times like this

I know that in many of her appearances in my blog, my oldest friend seems like a hot mess. And she deserves to, for she is usually her own worst enemy. But this evening, she earned her "girlfriend stripes." She really came through for me when I needed her, and I appreciate it enormously.

After I had my unpleasant tests this morning (see post below), the tech told me my doctor would get the results within 24 hours. So I went out and put them behind me. Then, when I got home, I saw that my doctor had called me three times (twice at home, once at work) to discuss what she's learned from the ultrasounds.

What?! Did my pictures reveal something so dire that the lab ran them over to my doctor? Is her message so sensitive in nature that she's afraid to leave it on my voicemail? What's going on inside of me?

My oldest friend not only works in a hospital, she's had her share of medical problems. And she said that if my doctor said, "I have an opening tomorrow at 9:00. Be there so we can talk about your ultrasound," I'd have to worry. But the message my doctor left -- "I want to talk to you about your ultrasound," with no next steps -- could mean:

a) She knows what's wrong with me and wants to prescribe meds
b) She suspects what's wrong with me and wants to refer me to a specialist
c) The ultrasounds were blurry and she needs another round
d) The ultrasounds were inconclusive and she needs more views

I like that. I'm okay with that. It's all reasonable and it all makes sense. And after all, I went to my doctor in the first place because I know something is wrong me. We want to find it and fix it, right?

I have my nephew all day tomorrow for our summer outing. I will return my doctor's call as our activities permit. Since my doctor said nothing -- not in any of her three messages -- that implied urgency, I'm reasonably sure that nothing she says will cause me to start screaming in front of my nephew and ruin our day.

And kudos to my oldest friend for coming through in the clutch!