the relief of an answer
Last night, I slept for 10 hours.
Not because I was hungover or sick or overworked, but because I was relieved, I think.
For the past few months I’ve been bouncing between doctor calls, various labs, and sitting in limbo between. The longer silences in particular were brutal, feeding my hypochondriac habits. Fears of something serious festered — but were quickly brushed away as best I could, knowing stress would only make anything worse.
However, yesterday I finally got a positive test that means something. I started medication today.
I’m optimistic, again.