Just under two weeks later the clinic called to tell me there was a problem with my protein test. However, it could be because of incorrect storage or an issue with the blood draw - nothing to be concerned about. "Don't come in to donate again, we'll call you when we've cleared this up. Nothing to worry about..."
Friday, September 24 I was sick at home and off the toilet long enough for a nap when the phone rang. There is a problem with my blood, it wasn't the hoped for collection error. "It could be a marker of a serious illness or even cancer - have a nice weekend". Okay - it wasn't quite as abrupt as that but you get the idea.
I'm a nurse and my best friend is a doctor (Dr. M) so I called her up in a bit of a panic and the conversation went something like this:
"Am I dying?" (me screaming)
"Not imminently, you can still buy green bananas."
Wicked sense of humor aside, Dr. M reassured me if I was indeed going to die imminently they would already have me in the ER seeing a hematologist (blood specialist). So I calmed down a bit. Its true, the faster the medical system moves, the more you need to worry.
My blood results were sent to my GP and her office called to give me an appointment the next week. Usually her office books six weeks away. One week seemed both pretty quick and a long ways away at the same time.
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